Pll: Original Sin A Novels & Stories

All incidents in this body of work are entirely fictional and are in no way related to anyone who is known or unknown to the author. Plagiarism is a crime and therefore, punishable by law. Copyright Translated to English by Nihc Ronoel Original Story: My Dark Past (Tagalog) by Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved PROLOGUE I didn’t know where these men would take me and what was their sole purpose in abducting me. They just blindfolded my eyes and dragged me inside whatever car they have. As the rope began to hurt my wrists behind my back, fear suddenly crept me out while raising panic about what would be my fate in their hands.

Before I can stop myself, my head turns of their own accord, making the kiss land on my cheek instead of my lips. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that I also let Leonardo, my brother's murderer touch me, and even enjoyed it. Hell, the past two days, I have woken up quite a few times with my panties soaked from dreaming about Leonardo. This morning, I had woken up with my legs spread and my fingers between my legs. I had kicked off my panties some time in the night during my wet dream. Luckily, I always keep my door locked while sleeping. Otherwise, I won't know how to explain to my parents the reason my gown is pulled to my waist, with panties gone as I touch myself. Sometimes, while

He accepted her words and in return wanted her to accept his touch, his closeness, his sin. Closing her watery eyes, Aniya wrapped her arms around his neck which made him press his mouth against her lips because this was what all of this was about. He traded his sin to her and in return, she accepted to become a sinner. It was nothing more than the trade of acceptance.

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

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

The Manifestation of the Ego While the survivors of the Spire celebrated their sudden, quiet safety, a cold wind began to blow through the Nursery of the Vibrants. The Dark-Leo did not arrive with a fanfare of light. He manifested as a smudge of ink on the white stone floors. He was the "Original Sin"—the embodiment of every selfish impulse, every moment of Thorne-arrogance, and the raw, predatory hunger for control that had driven Arthur and Silas to break the world in the first place.

As the hours passed by, he was appreciating the absorption of words of wisdom into his way of thinking. He found himself reading and re-reading certain phrases. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12." Rye memorized the words until it felt imprinted on his heart and mind. "Then he adds: Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. Hebrews 10:17."

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.”

He cradled me in his arms as I was truly brought to life. My maker was left with a black hole for a heart. A pit that devours and consumes. Lust for the life that was once his. Death and I were born. “I will always love you, girl.” Everything changed that day. I passed it on to Adam. Life entered our veins. My protector in Eden banished me from our home. He kept my heart with him. Such was the price of freedom. The original sin was love. Its coals are coals of fire. Stronger than death and the grave. The very flames of my lord.

My heart felt heavy, my body trembled from anger and humiliation. Dave stepped closer, his voice lowering. "You know," he murmured, his eyes raking down my body. "I'd forgotten how sexy that waist of yours is. I'm glad to see that it hasn't changed." He chuckled darkly. "I'm still tempted to have you, Zerina. Just hit her. When the time comes, I'll be the one to take that precious virginity of yours. I'll fuck you took you can't walk. " My stomach churned in disgust. I stepped back, my hands curling into a fist. "You're sick, "I hissed.