Secret Sins Novels & Stories

Quietly, I asked, "Joan, do you know why I got my hands on Jonathan's riches in my previous life? Yes, my obedience played a part, but knowing all their dirt was another. "Jonathan had AIDS. His dad got it from one of Jonathan's parties as well. I never let Jonathan sleep with me in our whole marriage. When I found out about his… condition, I agreed to have an IVF baby with Jonathan to keep the Pearson bloodline running. The riches? They were for my baby. "I suggest you focus on the Pearsons. Coming after me is just going to be a waste of your precious little time." Then, I smiled, went back up the stage, and held hands with Gilbert. Our fingers were entwined.

So, so wrong. The screen flickered before me, revealing sins so dark they made the usual crimes, drugs, arms dealing, trafficking, money laundering look almost ordinary. Those were the visible sins, the kind the world already whispered about. But what I found inside the Black Book was something else entirely. The kind of secrets that should never have been recorded, or even committed. One file showed a member of the Order in a dimly lit room, his hand tangled with the trembling fingers of a much younger girl. The caption beneath the footage bore her last name, one that matched another prominent member of the Order.

She swallowed every pulse, milking him dry, then licked him clean with slow, reverent strokes. He slumped against the wall, breath ragged. She rose, lips swollen, chin shiny. She kissed him—deep, filthy, tasting of salt and sin. "Not done yet, Father," she whispered against his mouth. "Not even close." ### Chapter 3: Absolution in the Sanctuary They stumbled from the confessional into the shadowed nave. Moonlight slanted through stained glass, painting them in fractured reds and blues. Sophia backed him against the communion rail, hands already working his cassock off completely. His shirt followed. Her skirt pooled at her feet.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

He smells like he’s been down here forever. “Stay away from me!” I had accidentally backed into a corner. His smile was evil and his eyes were soulless. He was closing in on me, I have nowhere to hide. I’m trapped. Should I fight back or just go limp and let whatever happens happen. He’s close enough I can smell his stagnant breath. He reached for my throat and I ducked out of the way and ran. I didn’t get far, maybe ten feet. “Haven, didn’t you miss me? We used to have so much fun. Don’t you remember?” He was on top of me now. I felt sick, memories from when I was fourteen came flooding back.

My hirer told me I’d be working simultaneously in two departments: the entertainment department at the club, where all I have to do is suck the male performers’ cocks before they go on stage to strip-dance; and secondly, I’d also be handling the position of a fluffer at the p**n studio, where, as explained, all I’m expected to do is make the p**nographic film actors get hard between takes. Now I bet you’re probably wondering what situation could’ve led me to this point, but honestly, it wasn’t some wild, reckless decision or a desperate last resort. It was just one of those strange turns life takes when you’re standing at a crossroads, unsure of where you belong, and something unexpected off

I go into the panic room and shut the door. I hear the office door open, and the three men begin to go through the office. "Where is she?" Mr. David calls out in anger. I am not sure I can trust him, either. I open the floor of the panic room, revealing the safe. I put the key into the safe and open it. I reach in and pull out a bag of money, a new ID for me, and a credit card. I have a feeling I might be on the run for a while.

“I have sinned. Your father and I—we have committed a terrible sin, one we have carried in secret for the last twenty years.” The confession hung heavy in the dimly lit room. The old clock on the wall ticked louder in the sudden silence, as though time itself had slowed to bear witness. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees like a warning. Eloise felt a chill travel down her spine, the half-burned photograph suddenly feeling heavier in her hands. Whatever sin their parents had hidden for two decades was no longer buried. It had awakened and it now demanded to be confronted. Elena reached out and took her mother’s trembling hand, while Eloise stood rooted in place, heart pounding with

My heart hammered against my ribs, my breathing increased, I stood there frozen. H-how...how did he find out? He then stopped walking and stood beside Clara, slowly caressing her cheek making her break into sobs, he was threatening me... "Selene, you haven't answered my question," he said, his voice surprisingly calm despite the rage in his eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I lied. "25th, August, 2016. Keira Diaz. At Silver hospital, you put to bed twins. A boy and a girl," He said, his eyes still fixed on me. "Are you denying them now?"

I knew he was bad news but he was still my brother, so I let him be, but there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t know his day of reckoning was fast approaching. “HE HAD EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT.” “Using a dead man to atone for someone else's mistakes?” My comment is meant to twist a knife in an already open wound for both women listening. Frost for the memories of him, for the decision she had to make. Sienna, because if she assumed I wouldn’t find out, she just discovered I knew her big dark secret. We all knew what she did. “No. Righting a wrong, I should’ve done years ago.”