Novel & Cerita Past Sins

"Thank you for your hard work detective Tina, we got this because you were prudent. Thanks once again. The autopsy result for both of the victims will be out latest tomorrow, we would know which pointer we can get from there. We are only able to figure out from this statement that Pascal Parker earned his living from an indecent way. Why would he choose to be a thug and leave no trace to his family or background?

He asked shifting his weight up nervously so that his fast betraying cock did not throw itself up in her ass. "Well, you're a criminal family. And I know the city doesn't just praise you for that. Your family handles half the city's needs just like the Belmonts." "So, you're trading up then, power for power." He stated in a thick voice. Sinora moved up a bit, making Cassian even more uncomfortable. He stretched himself up again to avoid contact with her entrance. "I'm trying to live and make Charles, my sister and my mother regret putting me in positions that were meant to destroy me." She muttered, leaning closer and closer to his rising dick.

My mom converted the recorded message into a file and sent it to Chandler. He eagerly opened the file containing the audio. Inside, my cold voice began to play slowly: [I hate you, Chandler. In this life and the next, we will never meet again.] Chandler’s phone slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a loud crash. He closed his eyes in despair, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Mariah…” he whispered hoarsely. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.” I thought he would never listen to that recording again but who would have guessed that for many years after, he would continuously replay it?

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

She stated still waiting on more. "Something happened to us years ago where you die every lifetime and come back as the same girl but different. I have to find you every 30 or so years and try to get you to remember me. It usually works when we see eachother and sometimes you remember when we kiss for the first time." My voice pleaded with her to try and understand that this was not easy to talk about. "So you are telling me I am an immortal that just keeps coming back every 30 years or so and just what....dies every single time because I'm cursed or something?" her voice was so angry at this point. I couldn't keep a lid on it much longer.

My wolf stirred uneasily, pacing inside me. Was this some sort of punishment from the Goddess herself? Had my sins finally come home to roost? I had done terrible things in my past—things that stained my hands in ways no water could wash off. I had abused my wolf. Abused my power. Lied when I should have told the truth. Broken bonds to get what I wanted. Is this her vengeance? I shut my eyes, the bitterness inside me cold and jagged. The world swam in darkness behind my lids, but the questions didn’t stop.

I turned onto my side and pulled the sheet over myself, forcing my eyes closed. I just needed rest. Everything felt bigger because I was tired. Because someone had tried to kill me. I exhaled slowly. I really wanted to fall asleep and wake up to a new day. And just before I slipped under, one final memory surfaced. Marco’s voice. Soft. Measured. “Sometimes the past doesn’t die, Alessia. It waits.” My eyes snapped open. The bedroom door clicked softly. I froze. The handle turned. And someone stepped inside.

“You say it all out loud, you cry, you pray but when you get up again, the dirt’s still there. Inside.” I looked at him, and in that moment I didn’t see a sinner. I saw a man terrified of being unforgivable. “No,” I said slowly. “Confession doesn’t erase the past. It just lets light touch the dark for a while.” He frowned, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Then what’s the point?” “Maybe,” I said, “the point isn’t to forget. Maybe it’s to remember and still believe you can be loved anyway.”

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.