Sinful Collection Novels & Stories

As the hours passed by, he was appreciating the absorption of words of wisdom into his way of thinking. He found himself reading and re-reading certain phrases. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12." Rye memorized the words until it felt imprinted on his heart and mind. "Then he adds: Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. Hebrews 10:17."

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

"Fucking hell!" The crystal glass exploded against the wall of Xavier's office, sending shards raining down like diamonds. His men flinched, their eyes fixed on the floor, but Selena remained perfectly still. Experience had taught her that stillness was safer than showing fear wherever Xavier was concerned. "Three fucking million dollars." Xavier's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Three million dollars worth of product, burned to ash, and these idiots think I did it?" His laughter held no warmth. "The Moretti family thinks I'd destroy my own shipment?"

My everything. Except my wife. Not yet. “Read faster, priest,” I grit out, checking to make sure his back is still turned. It would be a pity to murder a man of God. “Make her my wife while I make her a mother.” The other man’s pitch increases, along with his speed. Slapping flesh mingles with Georgina’s whimpers, scripture. My own grunts of desperation join the chorus as I near my own end. Sin swims through the room, colliding with salvation. But I’m only concerned with giving that salvation to Georgina, so I release her throat to reach between our bodies, rubbing the pad of my middle finger on her clit.

Do you plan to keep them around a little longer? Sinful: The ones I sent to you only contained their misconduct with their legal business, not the underworld business. It'll take a little while longer for me to dig out something that'll put them away forever. Alpha: Alright. I'll make use of this properly; you have nothing to worry about.

I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry. I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, fuck, I need something. The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers. Four of them step out of nowhere. Four gorgeous, terrifying, perfect demons. One is all silver skin and white horns, smirking like he owns the place. One is bronze with black wings and a forked tail that keeps flicking. One is emerald green, eyes glowing, twin tongues flicking out to taste the air.

It's wet with tears. “Cole Please” I hear my mother saying in a breaking voice before everywhere goes silent. I lie there, hurting. Not ashamed. But still in love. Knowing that love doesn’t make me innocent. I don’t hate him. This isn’t random. This is the consequence of my actions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Not now, not ever. The city seemed impossibly large and yet unbearably small. Every shadow might conceal danger, every alley might hide enemies, but Nicholas no longer feared. His grief was a weapon, sharpened by love and loss. And his heart, though fractured, beat for Rafe still, carrying the weight of every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every night they had shared in both lust and longing. He turned back to the room, the journal still clutched to his chest, and allowed himself one final whisper into the darkness: “This world may have taken you, Rafe, but I will carry you with me, always. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Every sin. Every devotion.”

That evening, after another rough session, Sophia lay panting beside him, his cum still leaking from her. “I can’t keep doing this,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’m going to lose everything.” Damien rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head. His cock was already hardening again against her thigh. “You say that every time,” he said with a smirk, “yet here you are, legs spread for me in your husband’s bed. You love the risk. You love being my dirty secret.” Tears slipped down her cheeks. “The pleasure is too much. I hate myself, but I need you.”