Sin Vs Virtue Novels & Stories

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

I adored all of them, but Vladimir just seems to make himself more available whenever I needed him than anything else. “So why do extreme things for him? You're supposed to be a human, weak, sweet and taken care of because you're our queen but you've turned into a super woman for Vlad! Tell me Vixen, does he compel you, do you find yourself doing what you're not supposed to do?” I shook my head in response and he sighed.

"You were tempted before you've sinned. How come you did that sin on Friday night? It's because you didn't change channel last Monday. You didn't delete the picture last Tuesday. On Wednesday, you keep on reading the same contents you've seen last Monday. On Thursday, you didn't skip that advertisement ... And finally, you've sinned on Friday. As simple as it is ... a process." "Kuya Zion, it's like this. If you apply logic, then it just feeding your flesh. Small deeds that will lead to sin," a woman said in amazement. Zion nodded. "According to 1 John 2:16, For all that is in the world --- the lust of flesh, the lust of eyes, and the pride of life --- is not of the Father but is of the worl

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

POV: Sera The split screen was still live when Liora dropped her bomb. Her face filled half the screen, tears streaming down her perfect makeup as she held up copies of the contract. “Kaelan Voss has been keeping Seraphina Vale as his paid sexual slave,” she said, her voice breaking perfectly for the cameras. “Here is the contract she signed. One year of her body in exchange for money. This is not romance. This is exploitation. And I have more evidence coming.”

“Because I’m also interested in knowing your background. And since you’re not really married to the man you currently despise, you can’t say that what happened between us was a sin. Because it’s not.” Evadne struggled to find further excuses. After a moment, she took a deep breath. It was early in the morning, yet their conversation delved into a topic that made Evadne want to close her eyes tightly in her mind. Merciful God, forgive me for this worldly topic early in the morning.

He had once decided to leave them and find greener pasture, but the love he had for them make him not consider his thought. Where the hell is their parents! And how the hell are they able to plan this with the Mrs Wallow. Him, imagining his little sister dropping out of school just to serve a wealthy person for vain and who knows what type of service she is expected to and die his many years or what! He hug his sister tight, even if their parents abandon sold them because if their greed. He will side his sister and be with her till this ends. . "Shits." Charlotte cussed.

He is freed from the harassing care which is inevitably the portion of him who is trying to shape his sails to catch every gust of the wind of political favor. But let me reiterate, that in being virtuous he must not become ineffective, and that he must not excuse himself for shirking his duties by any false plea that he cannot do his duties and retain his self-respect. This is nonsense, he can; and when he urges such a plea it is a mark of mere laziness and self-indulgence. And again, he should beware how he becomes a critic of the actions of others, rather than a doer of deeds himself; and in so far as he does act as a critic (and of course the critic has a great and necessary function) he

Cyra looked at him and pecked his lips. “We will,” she repeated, making him grin. Cyra placed her palm over the top of his, and they both continued to feel that life, which had now started breathing inside her, unaware that….. This innocent life of theirs was going to be so ferocious that even the sinners would kneel before him in submission, except for a virtuous allure, which was going to be wrapped in a barbaric sin. An alluring sin, which the devil was going to hate, ruin…..and love.