Sans Sin Novels & Stories

Gavin’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer to him. Was she too weak? Evadne found herself responding slowly to Gavin’s delicious kiss. Until she completely followed every movement of his lips. Gavin seemed relieved because she didn’t push him away. She kissed him back. Torridly. Passionately. Maybe from that kiss alone, he could tell how much she missed him. “Sin with me,” Gavin whispered as they parted for a moment. Sin with me? She repeated in her mind what he said. She swallowed. If that moment continued, Evadne and Gavin would end up in one place. But why wasn’t she feeling any fear? Instead, she was eager to experience being with him in a heated moment again.

I can't tell if I did, but the presentation has stopped, and they are all staring between me and Sin, brows furrowed in confusion. "Do you disagree, Ms Gin?" My mind is empty. "No," I start to say, but my voice is lost, and it is hard to keep my expression straight when Sin pulls two long fingers out of me and brings it to his nose, sniffing subtly in a manner that doesn't draw attention. My sex turns molten.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

The one that tells me she is completely grossed out. We walk toward the elevators. Sophia swipes her card to access the penthouse. "Stop." She holds up her hand, halting the others. "You all can get the next one. Marcus, you have a key?" Her bodyguard nods. "Good." Ryan steps toward the open door, but Sophia stops him as well. "Sorry, bro. We need to talk about you." Ryan gives his sister a look. "Sorry." She reiterates as she presses the button to make the doors close. I watch Ryan throw his hands up in the air in frustration as the doors shut.

Billionaire Sinjin Santillan Attends Charity Gala Solo, Without His Stunning Wife By Damian Knight In a surprising turn of events, billionaire Sinjin Santillan was spotted at last night's charity gala without his wife, the glamorous Edselyn Santillan. The high-profile event, known for attracting the elite, saw Santillan arriving alone, sparking rumors and speculation among attendees and media alike. Sinjin Santillan, a well-known philanthropist and business magnate, has frequently been seen at public events with his wife, who is known for her striking presence and charitable involvement. Their joint appearances have often been a highlight of social gatherings.

This wasn’t me. This wasn’t Sofia Chris, the quiet, devout girl who spent Sundays in church and her free moments volunteering. Sofia Chris didn’t feel a jolt of something akin to desire when a man’s eyes lingered on her, didn’t feel her pulse quicken when his voice dropped to a husky whisper. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. It was wrong. It was… a sin.

Jennifer Luciano Bernardi, the man who had the power to numb me in one finger’s snap. He was standing before my eyes, near the glass window, his hands in his suit-pockets. While there stood his men apart from him, outspread in every corner of this lounge, steady to obey any command given by the man I become terrified of the most. Luciano’s aura was frighteningly aloof and that teased me the most. His eyes expressed nothing. No emotions, just blank there and that was a thing to worry about.

he began, “was what I did. Getting in the way. But it was more than that. I held onto something that was never mine because I thought I deserved you.” I listened, letting him speak. His voice wasn’t bitter, just honest. “You don’t need to carry that anymore,” I said softly. “I know,” he replied. “I’m letting go now.” A peaceful silence stretched between us. Lucas gave a faint smile. “I guess this is the end of the sin between us.” I smiled back, truly, deeply. “Yeah. It is.” Later, I stood at the edge of the clearing, champagne glass in hand. The garden glowed not just from the lights above, but from the joy pulsing in every laugh, every smile.

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

“Now, we talk about loyalty.” Sophia frowned. “Loyalty?” He walked closer until he stood just in front of her. “Tell me something, Sophia. You don’t mind having a little fun, do you?” Her eyes darted nervously. “What are you talking about?” He leaned in slightly, his voice low. “You said you’re not a Sinclair. That means you’re not family. And since you’re not family…” He smiled, slow and dangerous. “I can have a little fun with you, can’t I?”