Sanscest Sin Novels & Stories

“Matteo was right there looking for you. If he had pulled that curtain” The fear of nearly being discovered by Matteo who already wanted her only made everything more intense. Serena moaned into the wall as Damien railed her from behind, his hand reaching around to rub her sensitive clit fast and rough. He fucked her with raw need, deep and relentless. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered harshly. “The idea of my cousin almost catching me buried balls-deep in my father’s wife.” “Yes” Serena whimpered, pushing back desperately against him. “I’m so close again”

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

That calluses in her hands are proof of labors and hardwork. Her name was Serene Almirez. Her surname was a popular one in the business world. Its not a surprised that she was always asked about her connection to the Almirez family, because she carry the same surname around. She truly hated her mother for using her father's last name for her. She was no other than a once privileged princess who chose to runaway from the palace because of an evil witch. Peter Almirez, Serene's father was the owner of the Daily Life Publishing Company which is the biggest publishing house in North America. Her father was Hispanic with a mix of Filipino blood. Cynthia (Serene's mother) met Peter on a restaurant

Mother's voice echoes around the room and I look back at the woman with a frown on my face. "I love him, mother. " SINCLAIR. "My sister, Sinclair? My fúcking sister? Out of all the girl's you could have, it had to be my fucking sister?" Vincent speaks as I walk through the door, shutting it behind me and I let out a sigh, saying, "It's not what you think it is, man. I'm not playing with Ashley. "

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

His voice was a cold whisper. “If I were you,” he said, “I would act like the good bait you are and stop this attitude before it drags you six feet under and forgotten.” His words were a knife. I felt them cut through whatever hope I had left. He kept going, slow and cruel. “Take this as a secret from me to you, the Canas don’t like hard-headed people. No one is going to save you. If you act smart or stubborn, forget about staying alive. The mafias don’t mind shedding blood… innocent blood.”

I did as well but glanced over my shoulder to see Cesan watching with a grin on his face. “Figures we would run into him,” Salem commented sourly as I tried keeping up with his wide strides. “He seemed pleasant,” I commented, drawing his narrowed red eyes at me. “Cesan is a necromancer Lycan, Sis. That's weird and unnatural,” he asserted as I eyed him suspiciously. “You sound more jealous than disgusted,” I responded, making him pinch his mouth shut and walk faster. “Well, our father is a benign God and can speak with the dead on occasion, Whoopee. I have no extra gifts from either of my parents, and can't stomach the sight of blood,” he growled firmly, and I laughed at him for being correct

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

I start to pace around to calm my raging nerves. Theo stands up, gripping my arm harshly, stopping my movements "what the hell did you just say" he whispers in a low threatning voice, I gulp but don't back away "I said, I'm not your ma..." "You're more than a stupid mate Celeste" at this moment both my shoulders were now in his strong grip. "You're my everything my love, you're a part of my soul. I don't need validations from a goddess to claim you as mine!" his words are filled with arrogance, my eyes widen at his blatant disrespect towards our sacred goddess.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.