Sinful Names Novels & Stories

The only way I could show him that I would never succumb to his religious madness was to become the exact opposite of what he wanted. I became a menace to the whole town, but nobody knew why. They were ready to throw stones and point fingers. They were all fake and I could see through them. They called me names and mocked me because I smoked, drank, and was bisexual. They warned their children to stay away from me. My name was always on their lips. “Let he that is without sin cast the first stone.” (Present time) I dragged myself into his office. I swear that old man knows just how to piss me off.

Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her. The children, on the other hand, were given titles before their eradication based on their evil deeds in the war. The eldest son was Satan of wrath, the second oldest was Lucifer of pride, Beelzebub signifying gluttony, Leviathan of envy, Mammon identifying greed, Asmodeus of lust, and Belphegor of sloth. Without hesitation, they were erased and remembered as the greatest evil. As went on, hell began to plague the human world with demons of all kinds.

"I'm warning you. There is Death, but after that, there is something worse. There is purgatory, where a devilish man named Sinful decides your fate. Yes, your fate." "First," I say slowly. "Sinful is a stupid name. Second, you're Fate, which means you're either really bad at storytelling, or you aren't as powerful as everyone likes to think." Fate frowns. The expression looks strange on him. "He wants something, and it looks like you're the perfect way for him to get it," Fate muses, and suddenly, the easy smile I want to slap right off him is making an appearance again. "It does follow his namesake, after all."

“Okay, Sin, let’s start the conversation. Why did you choose the name ‘Sin’? What inspired it?” How many times do I have to answer this question? Are they going to ask me again who hurt me, or why I wrote such a tragic story? I sighed before replying. “I named myself after a Mesopotamian goddess. His name was Nanna, but I liked Sin better, so I chose it as my pen name. It means ‘the illuminator.’ I wanted to be someone who sheds light, someone who provides insight, clarity, or understanding.” I left out the real reason why I picked the name.

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Gregori studied me for a moment as if deciding something, weighing how much I should know. Then he exhaled quietly. “Sin is a nickname,” he said finally. “They call him Lieutenant Sin because he is my right-hand man. He handles everything that needs to be handled.” His tone was careful and deliberate. I did not ask further because I did not need to. The meaning was clear enough. Mafia. Power. Danger. yeah… I lowered my gaze slightly, nodding in understanding. Gregori let out a quiet chuckle, as though he could read exactly what was running through my mind.

“You…called my name earlier… You know me?” “Yeah, my name is Sinsa, and I owe you a debt I would always be thankful and sorry for. I thought I'd finally gotten death, but that monster Verik brought me back for his gain and my powers, and the wicked female is Navori,” she mutters but spits out blood. “I'm sorry, but my throat is so messed up after he slashed it,” she says, and Myra feels goosebumps on her skin. Verik was a monster for what he had done. “I'm so sorry, Myra.”

But sometimes when she woke, crying, she would pull him down to her, and he could not stand to hear her anguished pleading, and so he ran again that other program, that someone had once activated within him. And on those nights he felt that he hurt her, but she begged him not to stop, and more often than not she fell asleep with him still knotted inside her. He was there when the child was born, and as he watched the babe suckling at her breast she asked him what names would be best. And he thought of a night when she'd asked him what pizza they should order, a night that he couldn't quite remember. But a name came to him. 'Call him Arnold,' he said. 'Arnold Benedict.'

“You leave no chances to ruin my reputation, do you Natalie? I was cursed the day you were born! You should've died in your mother's womb as you were supposed to! You pick him of all people? My best friend, a man that’s—pathetic! I thought you wouldn’t stoop so low. I believed you’d cared at least a little about my legacy, my name, which I gave you! But no, you just want to do as you please!” Even now all he cares about is his name. Funny. I’d laugh if I could, but the only thing I want to do is smash him through that window, watch him fall through the sky and be satisfied when his limp body thuds to the ground. The image makes me flinch. How can I think of something so cruel? What differenc

Not yet. He had a flashback of them talking about baby names years ago. They had been lying in bed, Selena's head on his chest as they spoke of hypothetical futures. "If we ever had a boy," she had said, her voice soft in the darkness, "what would you name him?" Victor had chuckled, running his fingers through her hair. "Alexander, after my grandfather. Strong name for a strong heir." Selena had wrinkled her nose. "Too common. What about Miguel?"