Sin And Salvation Novels & Stories

He glances at me before he speaks, "I know what you think of your father and you have every right to think of him that way. He has done a lot of awful stuff, but he did good ones too. Your father took me in when I had no one, and I'm forever indebted to him for that. " "He took you in so you could kill for him. How the fuck is that favor?" I snort and he shakes his head. "You have no idea how I lived before Mike, Sinclair. Believe me when I say Mike saved me. He was my guardian angel, and this is why I want to do this for him. A chance to see your father through his eyes, and not yours. " "If you're trying to justify the awful things he did, you're failing so fucking miserably. "

A sigh dragged out of me, heavy, bitter. “I thought I have been saved,” I murmured, opening my eyes again, though I kept them fixed on the altar instead of him. My lips curled into something almost like a smile, but it wasn’t joy. It was resignation. “Why must I die?” His voice didn’t falter. “The wages of sin is death. No sinner can go unpunished. Even after repenting, you can’t escape the repercussions of what you’ve done in the past. But rejoice, there’s a seat waiting for you beside our supreme God.”

“I don’t understand. I’ve never even met you until now.” His expression hardened. “Think hard. We’ve known each other long before this.” No matter how much I reached into my head, there was no such memory. “I think I’d know if we’ve met before. You’re not easy to forget.” Murderous eyes stared back at me. That was the thing with Salvatore and the evil he hid behind those beautiful brown eyes. He could mask it all he wanted but the devil could only play saviour for so long.

He knew he had to change — not after his family nearly disowned him after that incident six years ago. That incident took a lot of his spirit away. He almost committed suicide out of guilt. He has had sleepless nights and restless days for more than a year. Once, he went for confession at the chapel and the priest told him this... “You have committed the sin, brother but you have suffered for it with guilt. Your Punishment is the memories that linger to haunt you but your salvation lies in them also. That you are conscious enough to feel guilty about what you did shows how sorry and repentant that you are. You are already on the path to salvation, brethren, what remains is your willingness t

“I know the number of minutes. My point is that there’s nothing you can say that I can’t hear. You’ve heard my woes, my regrets. How, after that, could I ever hold anything against you?” I lifted my lips to his. “You see, Mr. Demetri, I’m not a good woman. I’m an unfaithful wife. That’s a mortal sin. I’m doomed to hell. There’s nothing I can do about it.” His features contorted. “Adelaide, that pains me. I’m the cause of your damnation, but I do believe there’s one recourse for salvation.” “You do? And what would that be…confession?” “You just confessed.”

“My brother thinks you’re holding me prisoner. And maybe he’s right. Maybe I am a prisoner here.” Kaelan’s hand tightened on my waist. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing my temple. “You’re not a prisoner. You signed the contract. You chose this.” I pushed at his chest until he let me sit up. The sheet pooled around my waist, leaving my breasts exposed, but I didn’t care anymore. “I chose to save my family. I didn’t choose to fall into bed with you every time we fight. I didn’t choose to start craving you even when I know I should hate you.”

**🥀** 🥀 BRUNO'S POV 🥀 I tried to run, from the fact that the devil was my father, but it seemed there was nowhere to run to. Somehow, I find myself being dragged back to hell. There was a loud cry of people who believed and fell for the devil's deceit. Their crazy cry filled my ears… they are called — the sinners. Those who turn away from good and decided to do bad because that bad seemed right in their eyes. Since everyone is doing a certain thing, it seemed to be normal and that's why they ended up in hell.

"Or the only truth you've ever felt?" Her lips parted, words tangled in her throat. She wanted to deny him, to cling to the sanctity that had kept her breathing all these years. But the way his gaze held her, searing and relentless, made it impossible to lie. "You're a sin," she managed, voice trembling. "And you're my salvation," he countered without hesitation. The confession struck her harder than his grip, knocking the breath from her lungs. Salvation. The word was meant for altars and prayers, not whispered in shadows by a man who owned the world and still wanted more.

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.

MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar His heels were in motion His eyes were red Filled with undeniable fear He was limping His body filled with shivering He kept on struggling Being aware of his doomed fate Because of his faith An opposition of religion Which innovated destruction An environment where ethnicity Has disrupted ethicality And