Sin And Chocolate Novels & Stories

Stop that. I just want to talk," I say and he laughs. "Make sure you punish them well for they have been very very naughty," Susan says to my ear and I am blushing scarlet. I know everyone could hear her and they are now just teasing me. They then leave a short while after. About what Susan said, I am not angry and could never be angry at my mates for making love and loving each other when I am not around. I call them my sinful mates because I know how sinful they can get whether I am there or not.

When I saw how huge a scoop he offers me, I almost salivated. "And yours is chocolate, right?" I mentioned it. He has loved chocolate since we were children, and I often wondered if it was an unhealthy obsession. He was always overhyped due to too much sweets, thanks to his genes, and he could still have those stunning and attractive abs and muscles. He was the sexiest dude alive, in my opinion and he could make me drool without even trying. "Of course, chocolate is my favorite. Some things are unchangeable," he said and I agreed with him.

In panic, she roughly pushed him away, taking him off guard. Sophia watched as Chase's jaw clenched, and his fists balled at his sides before she opened her mouth to speak. "N-no”, She shook her head. "I-I can't be yours. It’s a sin. It’s a huge sin," Chase resisted the urge to sneer at her. The hell? There was nothing such as sin in their world and too bad she was already part of it. She had parents that were also born into that world, even though she didn't know about it. He doubted she knew what her parents did for a living, but then, he was going to make sure she found out about it. Just that, it wasn't going to be then. At that moment, he had to deal with her innocent stubbornness. He h

Benedict stared at her in shock again. "Spare me, babe," he snarled. "Don't you desire something… normal?" Sabrina moistened her lips, considering her options. And then a wicked spark flitted across her face. "As it happens… I have one other hunger." Benedict sat up in bed, his face furrowed with concern. "Oh no. What's wrong?" Sabrina smiled. "Chocolate cake… with peanut butter Benedict." Benedict breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God. That's normal—"

But… It's conflicting. I want to choke her to death and fuck her at the same time. Like dying with her legs wide open for me, performing her marital duties. This is strange. Is someone supposed to feel hatred and lust… yes, it's lust… for the same person? The line is blurring. Maybe one day, the hatred will wane leaving just the lust and the pact between the Zhukov and Vicenzo would be brought to fruition. Maybe one day I would be bored of her smart mouth and I wouldn't get the urge to put my bullet in her skull or throat and watch her choke on her own blood even though it always feels like her smart mouth was always clawing at my walls.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Another synonym for chocoholics, because it should concentrate chocolate and sugar to leave them like a colorful popsicle, with confetti, and it jumped from illegal factories to the kitchen of the family home, with deaths from sodomy and cannibalism, sex for more than 36 hours, cooking the man with pheromones and sex waves, which made them combust and kill the woman.

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

"Speaking of which, what's with not buying enough pastries for me?" You rolled your eyes. "I got one each for me, you and Gemma, but Andy and Eric got to the box while I wasn't in the room. So we both missed out." "Well, I guess you're just going to figure out another way to fix my chocolate addiction," Sabrina said. She glanced around, making sure no one was nearby listening, then leaned in and whispered, "I hear sex is a pretty good serotonin replacement." "Here? Today?" you asked, surprised.