Pll: Original Sin A Novels & Stories

Liam drew the top card from the fresh deck, reading it out with a hungry grin. “The spinner chooses who gives oral pleasure to the next spin’s target. Deep, sloppy, no pulling off until they say.” He spun it again. It slowed, wobbled, and landed straight on me. Liam’s eyes lit up dark and filthy as he dropped to his knees right in front of where I sat flushed and fully hard, my cock jutting up leaking and twitching while Ryan and Marcus stripped the last of their clothes, their hands already wrapping around their own thick dicks, stroking slow and watching close.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

Aziel I looked at the peacefully sleeping girl by my side. She was snoring a little and looked so pure and innocent in her sleep. I still didn’t know if I could trust how innocent she looked since she was their daughter after all. The criminals that were masquerading as socialites. I didn’t think that the bruise was just from a fall. I could tell that she was hiding something from me and I wanted to find out what it was not I needed to. When I first met her I couldn’t even recognize her because she was so different from her picture. One thing was for sure that she was so much more beautiful but the photo could not capture the pain and the darkness behind her eyes.

He had that cocky stare but when he looked at me, he had a guilty stare that made him look away. “I'm so…s…ss…sorry, p…please, forgive…me.” The man before him trembled as he pleads and bite his thumb, chewing it as he vibrated with every move. He continued the act continuously five more times and turned to stare at Draven with a pleading eyes. “Your thumb isn't off!” He said coldly and he cried. “Please., please spare me whoever you are, I'm begging.” “Cut the the thumb off, waste another second, your middle finger goes next!” Draven ordered and he shook in dread, leading his thumb to his mouth and giving a hard but that made his bone cracked and blood sputtered.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

"I won't do it! I won't say it!" "The script is fixed, Silas Blackwood," the Curator’s voice echoed from the "Page White" sky. "The Reader wants to see the 'Original Sin' again. They want to see the moment the tragedy became a masterpiece." The eighteen-year-old Silas opened his mouth. The words were not his own, but they were the only words the world would allow. "I reject the Thorne defect," the boy said, his voice sounding like the grind of tectonic plates.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid

“Hate the sin and wipe the existence of sinners is what Connor believed in, and I believed him.” Sebastian kept staring at him. “Do you feel pain, Sebastian? Can you empathize with the suffering of the innocent families that your own family devastated?” Alex’s fist slammed into Sebastian’s face, making him lose his grip. The guards quickly pulled Alex back, their firm grip holding him while Stefan pointed a gun directly at him. “You all should meet a painful end! I have no qualms about being involved in your destruction. You all well deserved Connor’s wrath!” The metallic click of a gun being cocked echoed through the air as Sebastian aimed it at him. His face flushed with anger. The urge to