Sinful Names Novels & Stories

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, could never, forget.

I answered with a smile. He leaned closer, his eyes lingering on his daughter. “Seraphina means angel. She’s like an angel in our lives, our youngest and she’ll be the most pampered girl in our family.” He said stroking her small head with his fingers. “Seraphina, it’s a beautiful name. It has same initials as yours.” I smiled widely because I really loved the names that he gave to our daughters. “Emma, Aurelia and Seraphina Hamilton. I never felt this much proud before.” He stated with so much pride in his voice.

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

“Yes, yes, I know. A name, if you please, Mother.” “Why, your Harrow, Father,” Mother said, her eyes narrowing. “Your acolyte of the week. Your best, most handsome boy. Your . . . ” She paused, searching for the word. “Is it favorite, Father? Your favorite?” She leaned toward him. “Harrow’s the name, Father.” “Was this sin seen, Mother?” “No, not by eyes—” “And these lascivious desires.” “There were no witnesses, but—” “But what, Mother?”

he said, studying my face for too long a second. "Are you sure that your capital sin is not pride or anger? You seem to brag too much for few actions, warrior partner...” The prince quickly furrowed his eyebrows and his lips contracted in a debauched little smile. "And where did this nickname come from, lady-of-all-the-sins?” I shook my shoulders with disdain. "It probably came from some lost memory about you being more like the dog that barks and doesn't bite.” The smile slid to one side, becoming malicious, and an inch of his power was released just to make me warm.

I thanked them and headed backstage, just in time for my performance. “Georgia, your mask.” Damien ran towards me, and I realized I wasn’t wearing my mask. “ ughh what would I do without you.” I collected the mask from him, and hugged him before heading on stage. At this club, I was known as SIN. I chose this name back then, due to the fact that I kept on thinking I was committing a sin by being a stripper. But now I’ve come to realize that I don’t have a choice. It’s a Sin yeah but I’ll rather live with this sin than allow that filthy man abuse me.

’ ‘Rubber,’ I suggested. ‘Not bad, but has other connotations. Friction Man, or Potholer. I’m getting into this now. Bottom Boy, Chimney Sweep, Cracker. Be classical. Zeus, or biblical ... Onan. No, he may not get that one. Ask him what he would like to be called and think of a name for yourself. Go for Mary Magdalene or Venus. Choose a woman known for her promiscuity.’ ‘Fanny Hill?’ ‘Excellent. Just Fanny will do. It says it all. Kitty is another one.’

It’s written all over him, from his perfect features, to the smirk that plays along his lips. "The name is Sinful," he murmurs. "Nice to meet you."

And that was because… The mere mention of anything that sounded like Mary or Marie made dread rise up from his very bone marrow! It was a mental shadow! A heart demon! It wouldn't even be false to claim that he had PTSD to the words! Why? 🤔 Heh, remember how the nun that raised him had a special interest in naming female babies Mary? Alright, perhaps it couldn't be called a "special interest", it's just… what other religious name could she give? Magdalene, the hooker? Eve, the sinner? Lilith, the one who apparently committed an even greater sin because she had been stripped of her title as the first woman and turned into a demon?

Such a filthy gold digger and a bed warmer,’ ‘I hope you are aware of what people in this world call those relations which have no name, nina. Especially when your relation has already been questioned because of your past with Cain,’ Nina's eyes immediately watered when she recalled everything. A bed warmer? A gold digger? Nina had never in her worst had ever thought that she was going to get called by such names for falling in love with someone. She had not done any mistake for loving him then why was she getting so much hurt and hatred for it like she had committed a sin for loving him?