Novel & Cerita Sin And Chocolate Audiobook

If you choose good,the way of life will be hard ,there will be many huddles that you have to overcome but every good deed has its fruit ,but never do anything to achieve something in return,do it because you want to. Choosing bad is an easier way of life ,which people think.To them it is a shortcut,fast money, power and fame but they forget there is no shortcut in life . Every pride hath its fall and every king can be a beggar on that day. Nothing stays permanently.You never know what your future holds but you can improve it by your present feed . Years went by and the magic user started worshiping Goddess Selene as their mother.The witches and warlocks who decided to stay evil still worship

Did he just tell me to kneel? "What?" I managed, my voice barely steady, disbelief coloring my words. "You heard me. I don’t like repeating myself. Kneel, Erica." His tone darkened, an edge of authority that brooked no argument. Slowly, heart pounding, I sank to my knees. The cold of the floor seeped through my skin, sending a shiver up my spine. What was he planning? He reached out, lifting my chin with his thumb, his lips curling into a sinister smile. "Pull it down," he said, his voice cryptic.

On the other end of the line, I heard him groan, a long, harsh, guttural sound of release. I lay there, trembling, my chest heaving, listening to the heavy, ragged breathing of the man who owned my soul, the silence of the room heavy with the scent of our shared sin.

He continued reading for a while after I entered and only looked up when he had marked the place he had stopped. “Damian,” he said simply as he leaned back on his seat, acknowledging my presence. “Selene is not right for me. She's just,” I began. “You're wasting your time,” he snapped. “This is about your feelings, no one cares about that.” “I can't commit my life to someone that has no value to me. And that's what you're trying to make me do,” I protested. “I don’t want to live a lie.” “You’re already living a lie,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re living a lie pretending that you have a choice.”

And yet, all I could think about was the way he looked at me, the way he dropped to his knees on his own dining room floor and handed me the key to his life, and that massive, unimaginable length between his legs that had stretched me open last night in a way no man ever had. "You stupid, desperate, nasty bitch," I cursed at myself, digging my nails into my jeans. "You disgusting, hypocritical little slut. You stand there crying to him about your mom and your principles, and then the second he pulls you close, you melt right into his chest like a pathetic, horny teenager. You're so dirty. You're a sick, wretched, shameless bitch, Sophia. You're falling for him. You actually have feelings for

I couldn’t stop replaying the seductive sound of her voice when she offered herself to me, or the way her fingers had boldly brushed down my chest, teasing my hard cock through my pants. What would it feel like to slide my thick cock between those soft lips? To watch her choke and drool all over me while she looked up with those big, needy eyes? What would her tight cunt taste like if I buried my face between her thighs and ate her out like a starving man? How would she whimper, moan, and scream my name if I fucked her harder and better than Nelson ever could? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed to stop. Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak

My Bible says I'm going to hell cause it's an abomination, my Bible says he created Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve, this was the book of books, the one thing i couldn't argue with, this book has ruled my every thought. Just one kiss, all it took was one kiss for me to forget my teachings, the itch to turn my back on my religion, to sin just this one time. The sin i wouldn't be able to stop, a sin that would become a choice, this sin that i craved to the deepest part of me, I looked up to the sky. "Tell me I'm wrong father" i whispered through my tears, "Tell me this is wrong please, just say something please". "I'm sorry partner"

I smile, cockily. The corners of his lips tilt upwards, clearly loving the tone in my voice. "Okay, I will tell you everything." He folds his legs on the bed. "My name is Sin. And I lived beside God in the most beautiful place you could ever imagine. I used to be amongst the angels, before I chose to love a human, and before I took the devil's side in a war against God. That was my downfall."

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

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.