Sin Of Innocence Novels & Stories

Serenity, "Moon Priestess," Levante said, his voice low but sharp. "Define Child of Sin." The Priestess met my eyes. The other priestesses in robe, looked puzzled but quiet behind her. Her deep blue gaze held no warmth, only judgment. "A Child of Sin is one born without the Moon Goddess’s blessings. Only her wrath remains." My stomach twisted violently. Wrath? The word echoed in my mind like a curse I had carried without knowing its name.

“I’ll be beside you.” She placed her hand in his. And somehow, it was enough. *** The Sinclair residence sat behind tall gates in Bel Air, surrounded by carefully shaped gardens and old trees that had been growing there since before Verity was born. She watched the familiar driveway through the car window as they approached the house. The fountain her mother had chosen after a trip to Italy. The upstairs window that belonged to Verity’s childhood bedroom. The sight of it pressed against wounds she thought she had closed. Quentin’s hand found hers on the seat between them. He did not ask whether she was alright. He already knew she was not.

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

“No whispers of dirt on the girl. There’s no ties to the family business, no skeletons. Pure enough to break Dominic without him seeing it coming.” “Good,” I murmured, the scotch burning a slow path down my throat as I continued to watch her. The way her lips parted slightly in quiet conversation with Treyvan, that innocence a blade I could twist just right. “Keep her that way for now. The cleaner she stays, the sweeter she'll shatter when I pull her in.” My grip tightened on the glass, the ice shifting with a faint crack, mirroring the fracture I planned for her world. The one I'd etch into her skin. The way her lips curved in a polite smile at some donor's droning joke, oblivious to the vi

" She pinched her throat innocently. Neil was baffled with her response; he realized that, after hearing what she was saying, he felt really ashamed about his own behaviour now. How dumb he was to ignore her innocence. ‘I am really sorry; please don’t’ be angry with me," she very innocently said. He was bowled over by her words and continued to stare into her innocent doe eyes. ‘I…I don’t know…really…." ‘Shh...’ He pushed her slightly against the wall behind her. I am not angry at you. ‘Really?’ She beamed, relived with his words. ‘Hmm..." he mumbled, and he took her face in his hands, bending his head until their lips touched. He gently started to nibble her lips.

“And it wasn’t cheating. I was… it was something I did, I mean, I… well, I can’t tell you, but really I just want you to trust me that I wasn’t cheating” “You know what,” I took a step towards her. “I would have trusted you. If you would have trusted me” “I… I trust you” she was confused, yet confident. “I trust you” “Yeah?” I looked at Chris. “So when Chris told you that I raped women, you trusted me, huh?” Her eyes were wide open and then they shut. She opened them slowly. “Vincent…” “I can’t believe you believed him” “I just… Vincent…”

He won't be a gentleman and would stay as he truly was. Rough and cold! If the moon Goddess thought that little girl could change him then alas, she thought wrong. He will corrupt that little thing in ways that were beyond her comprehension. She didn't even know what was coming her way and what was stored for her in the future. She was promised to the wrong man who himself was the definition of evil. An Angel for a devil. What a sweet yet bitter combination. "Emma Belle Richardson." He mused her name on his lips and it sounded sweet.

I faced the crowd. "That woman screamed about her innocence but all of you pointed fingers on her before she was found guilty.In your eyes she was a murderer before the trial.Not once you stopped to think maybe some innocent one is between all this and the one who was guilty was still out there" .By the end my voice grew low.They bowed their head in shame. My wolf whispered in my mind with a growl.

Not an ounce of pain, not when all I could think about is her pain. No matter how much I bleed, the blood is not going to wash away my sin. Nothing can wash it off. How could I not believe her? Onika. My Onika. So pure. So naïve. How could I turn so blind so as to not see her innocence which was written all over her face, in all her tears. She kept saying that she didn't do anything, that she has been framed in all this. I thought all of it was just an act, her denial would irritated me so much that it just brought the worst out of me.

The thin walls that had once carried my lonely, heartbroken tears now echoed with our shared moans of pleasure, our laughter, and our soft whispered declarations of love. I had come to this new city running from heartbreak and self-doubt. Instead, I found the hot neighbor who turned my entire world upside down in the most sensual, filthy, and deeply loving way possible. Every day with Sinclair felt like the fresh start I had desperately needed, wrapped in raw passion and genuine connection.