Pll The Original Sin Novels & Stories

And that was the only thing that felt strange. I took the file and stared at it. Lira’s documents were all there, already carrying my name: Blackthorne. She was officially my contract surrogate wife. I didn't need to be told twice that she’d accept the deal. Anyone with that much hunger for revenge would sign their soul away. "You've done well, Lena," I said, my mind already moving. "Transfer all the documents of my fourth company to this name." I was going to make her big. Bigger than anyone who had ever laid a hand on her. Meetings were held, million-dollar signatures were forged, and yet, the only thing I could think about was getting back to that house.

I also stopped playing poker and focused on working hard during the day, which helped me grow my savings. Three years later, Darren was finally released from prison. He found me and dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Kyle! I was too blinded by greed. I never should have schemed to steal your money." I waved my hand dismissively as I looked at his dejected figure before me. "Just because I don't wish harm on others, it doesn't mean that I'm letting my guard down. After all, even your closest kin can skin you."

I wished i could turn back the hands of time, we wouldn't have taken the alley that very night… I shouldn't have to see him in my dreams…I shouldn't have met someone so evil as him. His eyes moved to father Reed and he glared at him. His eyes held a murderous look. Like, if he'd been given a second chance, he'd relive what he'd done over again. "The lord won't forgive your heinous crime! He'll send you to the deepest part of hell, he'll torture you eternally!" My hands felt numb from all the punching. He didn't even look like he was hurting from all the hitting. "You bloody sinner! I—" I choked on my words as his hand wrapped around my neck in a vice-like grip.

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.

"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.

"Shinee, you're wrong. Does your past unnerve me, yes. But I'm not looking to change you or to hope you have other abilities. Trust me, I want nothing more than for you to be who you tell me you are, for you to be who you act like when you're with me." It couldn't be more true. As much as I would like to believe that the kindness Shinee has extended me recently is a part of his behavior, of his personality, I know better. He is a Sin, one who has lived a long time, and has made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. That I know for certain.

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

--- The Truth Revealed I took a deep breath, letting the truth spill out, unfiltered, unguarded. “Damien Cross was always the one manipulating everything. He orchestrated the attack, the betrayal, the chaos in the syndicate. I tried to stop him, Nicholas. Every time he moved against you, I was there. I took the risks. I bled in the shadows so you could stay in the light. And now… now he’s trying again. He wants you dead, and he wants me to take the fall.” Nicholas’s eyes hardened, and the storm behind them shifted from confusion to fury. “So you were right. It was him. And I… I blamed you. Again.”

Of her own obedience rotting in real time. She stood beneath the stained-glass cross like she was daring it to blink. In her hand was a manila folder. Tabbed. Color-coded. Heavy. Eden had always been detail-oriented. She took pride in it. Even now, her handwriting was still neat, her tabs still labeled, her rage still organized. $72,568. That’s what had been siphoned out of the church’s benevolence and missions funds—quietly, discreetly, fraudulently—into an LLC account under her name. A consulting firm she had never heard of, never signed for, never consented to.

“Too late for that. I gave you a chance to live, and the two of you blew it. Now Lilibeth will pay for your mistake, and trust me, neither of you will get a painless and quick death.” His words were so acrimonious and bloody. One of the thugs stepped forward, grabbing Lilibeth roughly by the arm, and she yelped in fear. My body reacted before my mind could, trying to shield her, but Raffael’s hand shot out, gripping my shoulder hard, forcing me to stay still. “Please don’t kill my sister! She’s the only family I have. She’s innocent, she’s just a teenager, please!" I pleaded frantically as I watched the cold barrel of the gun pressed against Lilibeth’s head.