Sin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

“Or the nearest I could get to you.” “Do you hear that? My brother filled his life with whores and women who looked like you. You were his obsession, Keeley. Oh, the things I could show you. Pictures of what he made those women do. What he imagined doing to you.” He cackled. “He dressed them up as you, made them answer to your name. He fucked them. Used them. But the one person he wanted to do that to was you. His saintly Keeley. So far above us sinners that….” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Do you want her to remain the saint you put on the pedestal, Gio?” “Yes.” I didn’t even hesitate.

She settled against me, thighs bracketing mine, and I felt every inch of her small breasts pressed to my chest, the soft weight of her ass on my thighs, the damp heat between her legs through the flimsy short I groaned into her mouth. She rocked once, experimentally and my cock, already half hard from the moment she walked in swelled fully against her. Her breath hitched. “See?” She whispered against my lips. “You want this too.” I couldn't deny it. Not with her grinding slowly on my lap, not with my hands sliding up her back, mapping the delicate curve of her spine. But I still tried one last time. “Your Father trusted me”

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

“And this is where I’ll break him out.” She cried out as he fingered her hard and deep. His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking as he worked her open. The candles flickered as she writhed on the altar. Then he flipped her over, bent her forward over the edge. He grabbed the Bible beside the candle. “Say it,” he ordered. “I am a sinner.” He brought the book down on her ass with a sharp smack. She moaned. “Say it again.” “I am a sinner.”

But his grin never faltered. “This isn’t over,” I said coldly. “You think you have won, Elijah, but all you have done is give me a real reason to ruin you.” His eyes sparkled with challenge. “I can’t wait.” I turned away and began to pull off the clothes I had put in minutes ago. My mind was clear now even though the rage inside me hadn’t cooled—it had only settled into something vengeful. Last night, I had given in to that stupid drug and to the hunger surrounding me.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

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