Sanscest Sin Novels & Stories

How would she fight Zayren when he kept threatening to take Reynez away? Because if Zayren wanted, he could easily reveal their true identities and use the legal document she had once signed, the one that clearly stated if she ever left him, she would have no right over their son. That paper felt like a chain around her neck, tightening every time she thought about it. She had signed it unconsciously back then, never imagining it would one day become a weapon against her. The fear of losing Reynez was not just emotional; it was legal, real, and terrifying.

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

Ace sat across from Ashley, boots propped up, wearing that usual smirk—but his eyes were alert. “So,” he said, “you are the new diplomat now?” “I’m just the one whose contacts still pick up,” Ashley replied, typing fast. “I have got The Road Saints from Abilene, two of the Red Wolves lieutenants, and maybe the Ghost Riders—if they stop pretending they are saints.” Ace whistled. “That is a hell of a lineup.” “They are not allies yet,” she said. “They are curious. Delgado is making everyone nervous.” Nolan leaned on the table. “Are you sure you can trust them?”

Sera's POV “You think this makes you some kind of savior?” Sera slammed her hands on the massive oak desk, leaning forward so hard her palms stung. “You destroy my family and now you want to buy me like I’m one of your fucking properties?” Kaelan Voss sat back in his leather chair, completely unfazed, those steel-gray eyes locked on her like she was already his. The corner of his mouth twitched, not quite a smile, more like he found her anger entertaining. “Sit down, Seraphina.”

"You've grown some wings since I gave you that seat." "You gave me this seat because you were not fit for ruling Mom. You are only fit for reigning." A sound slap sent his ears ringing and it took a while before he could recover. His mother's hands were strong and solid like iron, such that it was impossible not to feel the sound impact of her slaps. "Bastardo!" She spitted out in Spanish. Henry's insults were enough and unbearable. "Whether you are my son or not, I am going to deal with you and put you in your place. Engañar!"

"You have pure-blooded Lycanthrope running through your veins." I remembered having the conversation with Dr. Zosak in the previous weeks when he told me the name thing, yet I still shook my head. "The only time I've had Lycanthrope blood in my veins was when Cain gave me a blood transfusion." He hummed and looked down at my ankle. "Well that explains the healing." I looked down at my ankle, curious about what he meant. "Your grandfather shoved a tracking beacon into your ankle, tearing your calcaneofibular ligament. I'm surprised you could walk on it, if I'm being completely honest."

Vincent said, irritated. "You’re a damn fool, Vincent!" The woman exclaimed with a tone of anger. "Hinaut nga magmubu ang imong kinatawo!" The trio of women departed while Brent chuckled at the woman's statement. He caught the gaze of Vincent and Tristan. "Do you understand her?" Tristan asked. "Yes, she was talking in Cebuano," Brent said. Brent's mother was remembered as a Cebuana. "What did she say, exactly? Did she curse me?" Vincent wondered, his mind racing about dark magic and ancient spells.

“That is because you are a curse to him. You are the person to destroy him. You are pretty much his downfall.” “I don't understand,” I murmured. “I have never done anything awful to him, and I think we are fated.” “Not that.” Laurent dismissed. “You might be his fated mate, but the more time he spends in your presence, the more he goes insane because you are just like a fuel that makes the fire go higher. So, to him, you are like a sweet meal he needs to make himself feel better.” “Sin wants to kill me?” “Yes.” Laurent nodded. “He feels the urge, but he is trying to curb it. That is why he beats you up instead and makes you feel like junk.”

“Why would we be immoral?” Ponce’s smirk widened, his tone dripping with malice. “Because Jaime and Celia are married. That makes you and Ainara step siblings. And when the world sees those photographs, they will see nothing but scandal. Incest. Immorality. The Del Carmen Empire will collapse under the weight of your shame.” Celia’s face went pale, her hands trembling against the table. Santino’s eyes widened, fury flashing across his features. Jaime’s jaw tightened, his silence heavy, his gaze locked on Ponce.

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc