Sin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

"I deluded my beast into believing the slaughter was justified because every rogue I skinned belonged in the dirt. I told myself the Silverclaw throne required a monster, until they used my own cruelty to track your scent." Michael cups Jone's strong jaw, his thumb pressing hard against his lower lip, forcing the omega to take the full weight of his alpha submission. "I failed to protect my sister Rebbie Jackson when the packs took her, and I lied to my own soul when I claimed I could keep a Hale warrior safe in my shadow. There is a reason I kept my beast chained during our first meetings at the Hale Wolf Riders Guild. I knew your wolf belonged in the pure light of the Moon Goddess Arena, w

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved.

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He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

He asked worriedly and I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me, his eyes searching mine for answers. “Ah, I’m good, you don’t have to worry.” I say, looking at his hand and smiled “You like reading too? That’s my favorite book.” I say, pointing at the book 'We should all be feminists’ “Ah really, it’s one of my best read. Chimamanda Adiche. I read some of her other works and loved it.” He says, smiling fondly at the book and fuck. Butterflies again. “I didn’t know you like reading, you don’t strike me as the type. How come I didn’t know?” I asked, smiling softly at him even though he couldn’t see me.

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

I get out of bed, go to the linen closet and grab a blanket, before leaving the room I take the book lying on the night table, go to the kitchen for a glass of milk, and head to the living room where I curl up on the couch to read. Doug reached out for the handle, then had second thoughts and leaned down to look through the crack. He was shocked at what he saw. The seat was covered in blood, as was the dashboard and steering wheel. Suddenly an intense pain burst in his left hand, so intense that it seemed to course through his entire body, leaving a trail of fire and filling every space with suffering. Doug didn't scream, he couldn't. His throat closed up from the sudden shock. “AAAAHHH!” I