Radiant Sin Novels & Stories

Ryan This woman cannot be real. It's like God, no, the devil has sent this intoxicating beauty to me, giving me everything I want in a woman all wrapped up in one neat little package. This raven-haired woman with jade green eyes that pull you into her, and her gorgeous body, long legs, and great ass is every man's dream girl. She's an ex-model, which isn't surprising at all. Then, behind it all is a woman who looks like sexually she could keep up with me. And I'm not talking about the run-of-the-mill vanilla one-night stand crap. No. The way her eyes lit up when I wrapped my hand around her throat and hauled her away into the olive grove, most women would have been running for the hills, but

Poor Casey Miller, who had to suffer with the villain Klaire Owen, and then be used by Ava Maddison, the therapist who used his skewered mental health as a way to get off. The thought of people saying those things made goosebumps break out on her skin. She may or may not have been looking at Morgan in a romantic light, but how could she not, he was the total package, and even seemed to be flirting with her a bit too. But the guilt would absolutely eat her alive and so the best thing for her to do was just remain friends with him and root for whatever lucky female snatched him up.

"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 already wasted a lot of tears for that jerk. My phone nearly fell because of that. "What's there to say? I already confided in you everything." "Who is your second-chance mate?" "Alpha Redd." "Oh, my Moon Goddess. And you accept the marriage? Natasha. He has a not-so-good record among the werewolf community. He is nothing but a pain in your ass. But he is filthy rich, okay? Others wanted to uncover where he had gotten all of his wealth, saying it comes from something illegal, but they don't have any proof for that."

FUCK! My internal struggle increased as I battle with guilt, torn between my loyalty to Lily and the forbidden desires that consumed me. It kept creating painful tremors within me without stopping. I long for a redemption, for the heaviness in my chest to disappear, but the more I try to suppress my feelings, the more they demand to be acknowledged, the more they desire to be acted upon...... DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!!!

A radiant light poured from it, flooding the battlefield with its warmth and power. Lara lifted her hand, and as she did, the light intensified. She aimed it at Thana, and when the beam of pure energy touched the Queen of Darkness's face, Thana let out an ear-piercing shriek. Writhing in agony, Thana’s skin began to crack as dark smoke escaped from the wounds. The light from the ring burned with the intensity of a thousand stars, pushing back the shadows that clung to Thana like a second skin.

I don’t care about being right, I just want this to end. Sinful comes to stand in front of me. He hasn’t changed an inch. He still wears that tailored jacket threaded with pure violet to match those imposing eyes. And of course, there is that iconic scent of jasmine. “What are you doing here?” Kael questions, expression darkening at the sight of the Immortal. Sinful’s smile stretches. “I need to speak with you. And since your mate is such a know it all, she can come too,” Sinful says brightly, as if the news would simple delight us. My jaw clenches in anger, but I can’t get my say in.

“Even if the world blames me, even if it’s impossible.” His lips brushed mine, soft, almost reverent. “And I’ll protect you,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” --- The Road to Revenge By nightfall, Nicholas had already mobilized his men, tracking every trace of Damien’s betrayal. I stayed in the study, bandaged and weary, watching as he transformed from the man cradling me moments ago into the ruthless heir to the Rhodes empire. The contrast was jarring—softness for me, lethal precision for anyone who dared cross him.

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved. I don’t care if you are sisters. You will cry. You will bleed. And you will beg.

"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.