Sin And Chocolate Novels & Stories

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

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.

In his sleep, he pulled me closer to himself, his hand finding its way to my breast, and he gently cupped it while he moaned and I closed my eyes. This shouldn’t be happening. He said I was sin. Last night, he whispered it like a confession. He said I tasted like sin. Like I felt like one. But, does he perhaps realize that he was the greatest of all sins? Because with him… everything felt both right and wrong. Like heaven with a touch of fire. Like craving something you know will burn you, but leaning in anyway. He made sin feel sacred. And I… I let him. I didn’t mind.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart.

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

21 Kristen The touch of his lips was luscious against mine. I couldn’t get enough. My hand kept him clipped to my mouth. He was moulding against mine in a perfect rhythm, yet I couldn’t stop myself from smacking my pluckers even more. It was so sinful yet so pure. The need was raw, wild, tempestuous and real. God knew how long I had been yearning to see him, meet him and love him again. I could burn right now. Finally, he was here to tame down the fire. I got him back.

Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had put me off dates for a while. I picked up my fork, ready to dig into my second slice of cake. The diner we were in was a cute place located on the corner of a busy street. Sixties themed-white and pale pink interior. The classic checkerboard flooring. It was our first time trying it and it was already becoming a favourite. Silvana sighed, reaching over the table to rest her hand on mine. Her nails were painted a bright red, matching the colour of her hair. She had a concerned expression on her face when she spoke again, "You have no idea how sorry I am."

LOL Oliver: It might be. It’s very sexy. Makes me want to lick all that blood off of you. Chocolate, right? Sidney released her lip from her teeth as she grimaced. Sidney: It is chocolate, but you don’t want any part of that. It tastes like Hershey’s and plastic. Disgusting. Oliver: I would deal with it if I got to lick you.

“I saw the way his eyes moved over our bodies when he greeted us. He wants us. Trust me, I could see the hunger in his eyes.” They rushed back home, hiding their purchases carefully. Once inside, the twins offered to help with dinner. “We’ll handle it tonight, Mom,” Clara said sweetly. “You relax with our stepdad.” Sara crushed several sleeping pills into their mother’s wine glass, stirring it until it dissolved completely. Clara also slipped two strong Viagra pills into Vincent’s drink. Sara's hands trembled as they served the food, but neither Vincent nor Lena noticed anything. Vincent asked the twins about college and their plans after school as they are. The girls smiled and answered, bu

If he had to walk away, he would. “Oh my God,” she squealed and Brian looked over at her. “I have to get some of these!” He walked over to see what she was looking at and nearly choked. “What the hell, Jon?” he asked, looking over at his friend. Jonathon smirked at him. “It’s part of our ‘Too Hot to Handle’ line.” “They’re chocolate cocks,” Brian blurted out. “They are,” Jonathon confirmed, “with chili-flavored cream centers. Very popular with the Hen’s party crowd.”