Sin Of Love Novels & Stories

“Everyone knows I’m the devil and I’m not trying to be a Saint! But what about you? They all think I’m the evil one, the man who cannot love the woman who stood by him for years, isn’t that the case?” “How else can I be a good man to you? And here you are calling and trying to sneak your way back in. What else would you say? That I had many women around me when I was with you?” “Wasn’t that the anthem for you all over the news? Didn’t I let you have your moment? We both agreed on it and you were so happy with the agreement.” “You lied to me and introduced your boyfriend to me as your uncle Zara, I fed and clothes that man for years. I took care of him and held him like a brother all because

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been… two weeks since my last confession.” Silence on the other side. Then his voice—low, calm, the same voice that read the Gospel every Sunday. “Speak your sins, child.” She started small. Disobedience to the rule of silence. Impure thoughts during prayers. A moment of anger toward Sister Margaret. Easy sins. Safe ones. But her voice grew quieter, thinner. “And… I dream,” she whispered. “Of hands on my skin. Rough hands. Holding me down. Taking me. Making me lose control. I wake up wet… aching. I touch myself sometimes. I can’t stop.”

All the people who were supposed to love me… They used me. They lied to me. They locked me up and left me in the dark. And now, Paul Salvatore stood in front of me, pretending to be some kind of savior. But I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I wasn’t going to fall for sweet words and empty promises. I wasn’t going to trust another person just because they said they cared. Because when people say they love you... it’s usually the first sign they’re about to destroy you.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

“What kind of love game are we going to play?” The intrigue that HE loves to hear and to see deeper than those expressionless eyes of her. With a sinister smile and a snap of HIS finger, HE said. “I’ll give you the sin of Lust, the embodiment that you needed to guard and look after. The one that is destined to reveal that identity of the other sins.”

He smiled, patting my shoulders. I scurried my eyebrows in confusion but decided to not say a thing. This conversation feels too good and this all seems very strange to me. "When you're in love, you're pure." He added. I laughed. Pure? I've killed more people than I could remember. I am anything but pure. "I am a sin." "But the woman you love is pure, right?" He pointed. Without a doubt, I nodded. "But she doesn't loves me and I guess she will never."

" Are you ready to love and accept sin ~" The question was repeated over and over in the Father's head. Should he accept sin? Hasn't he had this for a long time and wasn't this the reason for his crisis of meaning? It had been Louis' fault, that much was certain in his opinion, but he could no longer defend himself against it either. Did he even want it? He let out a deep breath and looked straight into the eyes of the devil who held out his hand. "Sin ..." he repeated slowly and a smile fell on the young man's lips. “I don't need to sin to love anyone, no matter who it is. The devil is no exception! ”Louis widened his eyes slightly, the astonishment was clear to see. He hadn't expected such

She uttered, looking vulnerable in his eyes. "How can I love you when I know even I'll give myself to you willingly then it would still consider as a sin but not love after what you had done that night, Adrian?" Her eyes welled up more with tears. "How, Adrian? Knowing even our love would be considered a sin because we're not meant to be together, we never were," He clenched his fists. His face reddened with fury at the end of her words. "It's just because you're in love with that ba#tard, Evan?" He seethed out. Melanie became startled at his words.

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The man who owned my heart from the beginning, the one who owns my soul and now my body. I was happy I did it with the man I love. But still, it didn’t make anything right. A sin is a sin, even though it was happily done. Or even if it was something right from someone’s point of view, a mistake is a mistake. Nothing could ever change that. Love was never forbidden, not until it was between a married wolf. The moon goddess's commandments among the wolves were absolute. Kristoff was no longer bound for me and destined to stay beside his wife, staying faithful and loving her all his life.