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.

Liam was, without a doubt, a different level of fucked up. “‘Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb.’ That phrase is straight out of the Bible, Hilary. When people—even you and me—came into this world, we were immaculate and uninhibited. But as mere human beings, we are also weak and curious. These things are etched in our nature. And the moment we enter this worldly realm, we give in to the false trappings and disassociate ourselves from our original essence. We sin. There are thousands and thousands of ways that we sin, but the most destructive and root of it all that impedes us from our spiritual progress are the seven deadly ones.”

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"

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

"She's your sister." "We'll see how kindly you speak of her once this is over. She is the only Sin who bows to their true nature in secret, yet relishes in a beautiful facade,” he grumbles, gesturing down the path where I figure we will find Ira. I bristle, suddenly unsure if I want to go down there, but it’s not as though I can turn around and run away, as I have no idea where in the Immortal realm we are. Before I can change my mind on anything, the sound of feet hitting the ground and clothing rustling makes me turn around, Sinful and Hale having arrived out of nowhere. And at Sinful’s side, is a petrified looking Lev.

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.