Sin Of Love Novels & Stories

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Glacier shouted in a rough voice: “What curse has been poured into my veins? Is this love, or poison sent by the devil to test my faith? If God created love as purity, why does it have a forbidden face like this… a face that devours the soul and makes the heart crawl willingly toward sin? If Satan was punished with eternal fire for disobeying his Lord, then I am ready to be with him… as long as I have you in my hands. This is not love. This is a flood that drowns me every night. And you are not a woman… you are the sin God created just for me, so I would understand that some love is only lived in the arms of hell.” The night wrapped around the room as if the world had disappeared. Glacier la

Masseur I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay, For the sins which are yours?! Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now Except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death This is the choice! This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

"But I will go with you. Lysander. You take the car, and we will meet at Tasha's house. You will not go alone, Tasha. Don’t be stubborn, or I will carry you like a sack of potatoes on my shoulder.” Images of him carrying me on his shoulder while letting the other have a perfect view of my butt was unsettling. I felt my face flush in embarrassment. “Fuck you!” I cursed. “I will never love you.” “I don’t care if you won’t love,” he said nonchalantly. “Whether you love me or not is not my goal.” It was appeasing the Elders and the Council. I was only his tool. Nothing else. He loved his position more than his mate.

His anxious gaze kept me from escaping. The silence that flowed between us, who were exchanging glances for a while, was broken by a languid voice. “Loving is never a sin,” I said, “but if loving you is a sin, then let us be sinful.” The corners of his lips rose softly, but tears welled in his red eyes. Whether he had read my mind or my heart, Hogan, who had bowed his head while keeping his gloomy gaze, slowly pulled my body. I stiffened with the tension at the hot breath he was exhaling even though it was early in the morning.

I… can't believe I'd given him my heart and despite my low-key waywardness, I was loyal to him. Loyal to a fault. Does he dip his cock into the bitch's pussy and tell me to lick her cum off him? I think it's high time I get my hands soaked in fucking blood. It's hard to breathe. But I just sit there, letting the cold from the tile seep into my bones. Hector is my first love, and not just any type of first love, but one that I defied my brother for. Maybe this is Karma's way of getting back at me but one thing I know is that heartbreaks hurt like shit.

Those, and the image of all the naughty, unspeakable things her curious mind concocted just from the simple act of his holding her chin and nearly speaking into her mouth. It was over. Sighing, Stephie turned her eyes down. How could she get out of this? She didn’t like Jacob and Jacob didn’t like her. This was all fleshly desires. But they were strong. They made a deal to avoid each other and it worked for a while. But what was this now? What were they doing here against this wall? Where was the argument? The distaste for one another? Why was she now only curious to know his taste? And apparently him when it came to hers?

Can this be love? The idea terrifies me and I quickly try to push her away, but she keeps hugging me like a koala. Love at first sight? How can such nonsense happen to someone like me? I don't even have a heart. It must be lust. Love is something demons like me don't get to experience. “Help me.” She whispers, licking all over my face. The drug has kicked in. Despicable people, using an aphrodisiac to bed a girl. I quickly carry her up to the penthouse suite and dump her on the bed.

Why? Because I loved her with all my soul, and there was no way to erase what I felt, no matter how hard I tried. I can’t lie to myself any longer so shamelessly. I’ve tried to forget Sophia by turning love into anger to stop loving her. I hid in the perfume of other women, in bodies that didn’t love me and were nothing like the kind of woman Sophia was to me. Loving her felt like a sin. That’s how it felt. But I liked being a sinner.

Kissing her was the only way out. At least, it felt like the only way to save both of us from what was about to come next. My lips collided with hers—not out of desire, but desperation. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet, just something I did to cover up our sins. And then the door creaked open. Shit. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel the weight of that stare at the back of my skin.