Pll: Original Sin A Novels & Stories

"Tell them who owns the puppet strings now." I stepped forward, into the center of the searchlights, and opened the briefcase. I didn't pull out bank records or encryption keys. I pulled out a single, obsidian tablet—the master log of the Architect’s Original Sin. It wasn't Dante’s crimes on this drive. It was Arthur’s. It was the proof that the "Sync" was never meant to be a medical breakthrough; it was a mass-compliance tool designed by St. Claire, not Moretti. Dante hadn't stolen the city; he had simply hijacked a monster that was already born.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

His eyes shamelessly scanned every curve of my body several times, making me feel a fucking waterfall between my thighs, before he stopped his gaze on my face, narrowing his eyes before looking at my mother as if he hadn't fucked me with his eyes until now. ''We apologize for the delay" my mother lightly smiled, before giving out her hand to shake his "Pleased to meet you, sir. I'm Alicent Delgado-Allyn's mother.'' The man looked down at my mother's hand with a frown before nodding and shaking her hand. "The pleasure is mine Mrs. Delgado" he said casually in a thick, low voice "I'm Maddox"

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me instantly. Just… let me prove it. Let me show you I care. That I’ve always cared.” Something inside me softened, but just a little. I didn’t say anything. I let him stand there, silent, watching me, waiting. After a long pause, I finally spoke. “You have one chance… one. And if I see anything like that ever again...” “I know,” he said softly. “I won’t disappoint you.” For the first time since yesterday, my chest unclenched slightly. He hadn’t lied, not about that. And deep down, a small, fluttering hope sparked.

I pinch my own nipples, putting on the filthiest show I can for Ryan. Nico flips me over onto the bed and fucks me from behind. I keep glancing toward the glass, hoping Ryan is still watching. He is. I can feel it. The thought pushes me over the edge again. I come hard, my body shaking as I scream out my orgasm, my pussy clenching around Nico. Nico keeps pounding into me, his hips slapping against my ass. I moan louder for Ryan’s benefit. Yes, fuck me just like that. Nico comes soon after, groaning as he fills the condom. He pulls out, cleans up quickly, and leaves with a satisfied smile.

I had to find out why he had saved me. I crept out of my room, the silence of the mansion pressing against my eardrums. I made my way downstairs, my feet silent on the black marble. My destination was the room where I had seen him hours ago. I pushed the door open. The air was heavy, the scent of her cheap perfume still struggling against the dominant, woodsy musk of his cologne. The room was pristine. The bed where they had sinned was already straightened, the fabrics replaced. It was as if the act had never happened.

“When I gave birth to my daughter, he left again. But he visits when he has free time. Raising Catherina isn’t that hard, she's such a good kid. My parents helped me anyways, even though I disappointed them. My dad just doesn’t want anyone to know that I already have a child and I understand why." I had memorized this lie the night before, I have planned to tell it tomorrow. But somehow it felt like this was the right moment. I wiped my tears, sniffing as I covered my face. I was a terrible person. I waited for him to respond. I couldn’t even look at him because of the shame. My chest felt so heavy that I thought I might faint with all of it mostly restrained inside me. “So… what happened be

I saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed, Raelynn’s bloody lips. “As l thought she was poisoned but this scent is woodsy”, Zara’s hands began to move over Raelynn’s constrictive dress and roamed along her body. I could see her moving her hands over Raelynn’s stomach most of the times. “She is not the one being affected by the poison , it was aconitum napellus, since she is a human , she is immune”,