Reparation Of Sin A Sovereign Sons Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

At this point, he turns to look at Sin, who is now conscious and seated on the floor at the edge of the wall with blood covered all over his face. “Sinclair, he tried to murder me, because he was angry that our father crowned me the supreme ruler of the vale instead of him, I've always been much stronger than Sinclair, its impossible to kill a man like me, and out of anger I banished Sinclair from the vale, never to return with the penalty of death.” “All these years, Sinclair has tried to play the good guy and hide the real him from everyone. He has spent years trying to paint himself as the good guy, but he isn't who you think he is.” He explained to us.

I had expected anger. I hadn’t expected this. Sebastian slowly straightened, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. “I’m fine.” Another punch landed. Harder this time. The sound made me flinch. “Fine?” his father snapped. “You lowered your weapons during a Viper Syndicate attack.” Sebastian said nothing. “That girl was standing there,” his father continued. The room fell silent. “You risked the entire Sinclair operation for a woman you claim is nothing.” Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Leave her out of it.”

The repentance book still lay open on the table beside us — the same one Ciara had read from while he fingered her. “Read,” he ordered, voice dark. “First paragraph. Adultery. Out loud.” My hands shook as I pulled the heavy book closer. My voice came out hoarse: “I… I renounce the sin of adultery… I reject all impure desires for another’s body… I offer my weakness as penance to the Lord…” “Good boy,” he praised softly. Then his hands were on me again.

"And I am no one's spy. I am here to offer you a deal, Alpha King." Dante’s large hands shot up, gripping my waist and stopping my movement, his golden eyes blazing down into mine. "A deal? A wolfless, broken heiress who dropped out of school to hide a pregnancy thinks she can ride the Reaper? What the hell could you possibly have that I want? And don't even get me started on your body, I could have any woman I wanted."

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

It was the first time she ever saw him with so much guilt on his face. Victoria touched her own stomach and felt emotional when she thought about her child, who never had a chance to live, but then she looked at him in the eyes. “No amount of apology is going to bring my child back. Hating you now is useless.” She replied. Sergio looked at her in the eyes, still with the same guilty look. “I will make up for it. Tell me, what should I do to make up for what I did? Is it money? I am willing to give half of my empire to you if you ask. Just tell me what you want.” He asked with seriousness.

She paused, breath fogging. “The mother—Sofiya—was an angel. Gentle. Tried to protect the child. But after she died—stroke, right in her bed upstairs—the general lost whatever was left of his mind. Started hurting the boy on purpose. Said pain was the only way to teach him to feel. Burns. Cuts. Locked him in the cellar for days. Worse things we never knew.” My hands curled into fists inside my gloves.

I stepped forward and squeezed his shoulder. “Tonight we bring honor to Christian Sinclair, adopted or not, he was my son.” I didn’t care about the tears as they rolled down my face. “He was a brave little boy and he suffered more in his short life than most people do in a lifetime. He was funny and sweet and very cheeky. I loved him just as much as any father loves a son.” Everybody had tears in their eyes and I was glad that I’d switched it all off. Richard handed me the knife and I stepped towards Christian. Adara had already told me that she couldn’t do it with me, it was bad enough that she had to witness me do it.

he asked, his eyes demanding support. Sarang walked in slowly, her heart conflicted. She looked at her son, then at Jaeyoung, who was clearly waiting for her to back him up so Reynez would stop calling Zayren “Appa.” But something inside her resisted. No matter how much Jaeyoung felt hurt, Zayren was Reynez’s biological father. Stopping her son from calling him that felt wrong. It would also provoke Zayren further, and she couldn’t afford that.

She snapped at him and I scoffed, wondering what was special about his blood and he used a white napkin given to him to wipe it off, glaring at me. Man took me unawares by pinning me to the ground which was a direct insult to my strength and personality but I flung him off with a minimum effect of my strength. No one would be able to withstand my full strength, I just need to go back to my Kingdom, stay in my office and attend to the pile of pending work waiting for me to do before I go crazy by the time I go back. “Spill before I kill my brother and claim another sin before the blood moon, where's my chosen? Is she safe over there?”