Sin Of Innocence Novels & Stories

“Don’t ask forgiveness when you are going to commit the same sin.” Samson despised he was feeble to show up at Margarita’s door. He hated when his humanity emerged, and the guilt of killing innocent souls in Mexico consumed him to the limit where he found himself in front of her. Like a sea wave, her innocence brought him to his shore.

Sin is sitting at the head of the table, his posture so arduous. "Come sit, Summer," he says standing to pull out the chair for me. I balance on my seat and have breakfast. I eat like I am starving and after dessert, I can't take in any bite again. "Can I go and see Poppy? I would like to apologize," I mutter. "Follow me," Sinclair says as he leads the way toward the worker's side of the house. * I apologize to Poppy and the two guards I had injured and then, Sin leads me to his room. The moment he closes the door, his lips smear against mine, and with his tongue, he forces a part into my mouth.

"He wanted me to gain Cian's trust so they can kill him." "Why would you be the one to do that?" Sinful asks. His tone isn’t accusatory, in fact, he sounds curious for my reaction. I honestly have no idea what Noah saw in me that would make it possible for me to gain Cian’s trust over anyone else... "I don't know..." Sinful’s smile returns in a fluid, wonderful movement, the edges of his eyes crinkling in an awfully mortal way. "It seems I know something you both don't.” He gestures between me and Cian, grinning. "And I'm loving it."

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul. “Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip. “April. Just April.” “April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely. Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter. The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

When Nina and I were kids, he used to calm us down before bombarding us with bad news, while mom always dropped the bomb and left us to deal with it on our own. Growing up in a Mafia family is tough, but our father did his best to keep our innocence in a harsh world. He always believed that innocence was what set the Mafia King apart. They maintain the balance between the right and wrong worlds. The innocent and the wicked worlds. Mirroring his action, I relaxed into my chair and got ready for the real talk. “I am not a kid anymore!” Dad chuckled, “I am glad about that.” “You can speak to me.” He paused for a moment before speaking. “There is a deep controversy that will destroy us. I have c

INTRODUCTION Nineteen-year-old Alex Raynot has never known peace. Between a sick younger brother, parents whose love curdled into daily war, and a cheating ex who turned violent, she’s learned that survival means never trusting too deeply, and never hoping too much. But when one night of terror drives her straight into the path of three dangerous men who look like sin sculpted in flesh, her world takes a turn she could never have imagined. Reed. Rhett. Rhys.

Her heart jerked in her throat. Her head snapped up. Fear clawed up her spine as the soldiers marched toward her. She glanced back to see if there was another Seraphina probably standing behind her, but she was the only one. Her throat went dry as she turned back to the soldiers. “ Y..yes?” she stuttered, tilting her body forward. Her eyes widened in fear and hope it wasn't her. “ Seraphina, you're under arrest for the sixth sin.” Her breath caught. Her body froze.

He tries to collect her contact from Miles to find a way to get back to her and at least plead for forgiveness but Miles refuses and leaves him alone not even bothering to listen to whatever he's saying. Mr Mitchell feels completely devastated and confused. The heavy guilt raging within him is sure enough to kill him but he has no choice. He has to carry the burden along with him forever. It is his absolute punishment for the silly dainty crime he committed against a little girl when he plunged her into a deep situation that almost ruined her life. THE END