Sinful Discord の小説・ストーリー

The air was thick and rotten with the scent of sex, the metallic tang of our shared corruption, and the raw musk of men who had forgotten how to be human. I reached around her, my fingers finding Reign’s length as he moved inside her, the two of us connected through her body, our pulses synchronizing in a rhythmic, unholy dance. It was the ultimate betrayal of the bloodline, a total dissolution of the family unit into a singular, pulsing entity of sin.

"Before today I could not choose because I did not know the door existed." "And Marcus Harmon," he said. "Is a man who made a cowardly decision at forty-two and has been carrying it with considerable guilt for thirty-two years," she said. "He is not my father in any way that requires me to restructure my history. He is a man who contributed to my existence and then contributed to a trust that my mother never touched and who has been watching me from a guilty distance for longer than I have known about it." She paused. "I think in time he may become something. I do not know what. I am not going to decide in advance."

"The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!" Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?" "Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!" I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

Is written in blood above its head. I won't lie and say I'm not terrified. I am, I'm extremely terrified. Each time my eyes scan the walls my fear gets intense. I am however also feeling immensely disgusted and angry. All these feelings are mixing up together to form an unstable potion inside of me. A potion that ignites my rage, more especially my thirst for revenge. My bloody thirst for revenge. I've never felt it at such an intensity before. I just want to tear everything apart. I feel myself sinking into a dark place hidden deep in my mind. A dark place that holds the animalistic side of me. The sound of a speaker crackles through the place. A faint deep voice calls out to me. It snaps m

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

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.

I cried out, the sound echoing through the empty church. “Quiet,” he growled, but he fucked me harder, pounding my tight pussy with deep, punishing strokes. His balls slapped loudly against me. “You’ve turned a man of God into a beast. Look at you, bent over the altar like a whore, taking priest cock where prayers are spoken.” “Yes, Father! Harder, fuck your sinful little slut on the altar!” I moaned, pushing back against him.

My hands dropped down, I accepted my defeat. "I'm sorry, so where were we?" He mended his coat by giving his shoulders a shrug and uttered. My tears began flowing, I had dreaded this day for so long, who knew the man I have let my heart to fool me would be the reason I will meet that pervert again. Why was he punishing me for Scarlet's sins? "She is with me right now." He said, I was shivering and sitting with my body straight and my heart praying. That was it, he got me F**** up.

The Lord had shown him. She frequented the club a stone throw from her place, everyday from work. She'd leave the club early in the morning. Drunk and barely able to say her name. The Lord had shown him. She'd sinned. She was a sinner. She had to be purged. Cleansed. Made whole again. The Lord had told him. His hand still caressing Lena, a whisper filled his head. Like something coming to life. And a voice began to chant. Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men...

Edwin brushed loose curls gently from her face. “That this feels dangerously close to happiness.” The sadness beneath his words made her chest ache. Arabella shifted closer. “It is happiness.” His dark eyes searched hers quietly. “You say that now.” “What does that mean?” Edwin looked toward the fire briefly before answering. “Society destroys things it does not understand.” Arabella reached for his hand immediately. “Then let them talk.” “It is not that simple.” “Why?” “Because they will hurt you to punish me.” Silence settled softly between them.