Past Sins Novels & Stories

You’ll soak the marble with your cum while your aunts and cousins and distant relatives watch me claim you. You become mine. Forever.” I was shaking. My pussy was clenching rhythmically, fresh slick soaking through my panties and onto his fingers. The shame was overwhelming, but the arousal was worse. I had never been this wet in my life. “Why… why public?” I whispered, voice cracking. “Because the Old Ways demand it,” he growled, leaning down so his lips brushed my ear. “Power requires witness. Fertility requires sacrifice. And because I want them to see exactly who this perfect young body belongs to now.”

I replied, smiling. “I take it I’m not part of anyone, am I?” “You can be special. It depends on how you behave and how good you are. Besides, you don’t carry the family sin on your shoulders,” I told her. “What am I not carrying?” she asked, puzzled. “The family sin!” I repeated. “What is that? I’ve never heard of such a thing before,” she said in wonder. “The family past is like a sin that you have to pay for. I swore I’d get even, and I will. Although my mother was not such a loving and kind mother, she didn’t deserve the life she had because of Luiza,” I told her with a strong hatred.

"Alpha James decided that cooking wasn't enough anymore and i started cleaning some of the rooms in the packhouse. No-one offered to help me anymore...I think they were scared of what might happen to them if the did." Annalise pondered that last sentence out loud as she told Etta more of her young life. "The first time I really thought of him as cruel was when he made me only clean the third floor. It was the Alpha, Beta and Gammas rooms as well as any high ranking guests that we had. He moved into my parents room and never let me forget that it was now his. He made me gather every single one of their possessions and then burned them all in the backyard." Annalise looked up at Etta. She was

Do you think they will ever understand how much you deserve what your mother did to you, how she ran the blade down your face after tying you to that bed all because you forgot to get her what she wanted. I didn’t mean to… I just forgot after getting chased, I was so scared that I just couldn’t think straight I just wanted to get home. It’s all my fault that I got kicked out of the family. I’m a disgrace to our family name. Excuses, excuses. Bailey when are you going to release that all the things that have happened to you are your fault, these people they are all going to turn their backs on you and when Tristan finds out that you have a little crush on him well lets just say he is going to

I retorted in fear, I don’t even know how the words poured out of my mouth. “But I can count how many times I’ve told you to forgive me for my past sins” He confessed with a faint voice. “You call it the past. What we did in the past can determine our present and sometimes even our future” I said, not minding the tone of my voice. “But that’s if we let it make decisions for us” He tried making his sentences sound more depressing and submissive. “What if I’ve decided to make my decisions with the full aegis of our past” I added with a full replica of disgust.

"The abuse started, and the same old story of the child who grew to doubt his own parents. I was ten when I found out. When I mistakenly read their memories. Maybe it was my own urge to know. Maybe she wanted me to know. Maybe everything in the universe begged for me to know. I wasn't even sure of everything I was. Hell, I still am oblivious of how far this goes, but... I read their memories that night. Mother's all through, but father woke up halfway. I don't want to know anything from him anymore. The year after that was when mother started her suicide attempts. I should have realized it was all a front to escape her own problems. She was good at escaping." He chuckled darkly, then turned

CHAPTER 14: THE DARK PAST SIDRA'S P.O.V It’s weird how life takes us on a journey. How life itself is a journey. Hamdan's questions took me back to my past. Just thinking about life on earth brings back fond memories of childhood to some, fondness to others and total panic to a few. Sweet-bitter memories my past held but it was all now just a painful dark abyss. The darkness from our past can be wiped clean by the brightness of the future if we are lucky enough. The bitterness of the memories can be replaced by the sweetness of the new life and after all the tears in the darkness, at last the smiles in public.

And it’s no surprise that I see missed calls from Ethan, Sam, June but also Jonathan who left me countless messages “Sasha we need to talk.” “Sasha please answer.” “Where are you? I worry about you " I put it to sleep and put it back next to me. It’s a real disaster, in less than one night I became the laughing stock of all New York. I dared to take a look at social networks and the atmosphere is not better. If others think that my past has nothing to do with my present, some suggest that a prostitute remains a prostitute. But the worst thing is that I have never been a prostitute and no one will believe that.

How did he- "You know, you and Maya. How could you do such a thing? Do you even have a single seed of conscience in you?" Tristan asked, almost raising his voice at me. "I did all these things in the past, Tristan. I regret doing them and wish I could turn back the hands of time." I folded my legs up and wrapped my arms around it, feeling guilty like a child that was caught stealing candy. "Well," he started after a long pause and plopped down next to me on the three seater couch. "I guess e l have skeletons in our cupboards. We've done one or two things we want nobody finding out."

I inquired as I watched Ian closely wondering if he was going to tell lies to me. "I don't know but it may be his past" He sighed as he sat close to me. "What do you mean?" I uttered wondering why he was referring to his past like it was an abomination. "Sometimes out past mistakes tend to hurt us in the present and sometimes even determines our future" He stutters as he shuts the window. "What was Alpha Jason's mistake?" I asked, trying to know of I could be of help to Jason, knowing how our past mistakes tend to haunt us, when it insists of revealing itself in our present life.