Sinful Novels & Stories

“Go on, my child. The Lord is merciful.” The grip on my hands grows firmer. I breathe, watching Lady Tina squirming like an earthworm under salt rain. Dammit! Confess already, the Lord is ready to hear your bitching! “I-I had… It was—” Tina's head falls on her palm. Snot and tears. Then she chokes out. “Mother of mercy, save my soul! I had carnal knowledge of my married boss! Adultery is a sin. I accept I’m guilty of it and ask for his divine mercy!”

Voss moved the machine away and watched Damien through a curtain of cold colors. “You know what you did wrong,” his father said. “You let humanity blink at you. You let the instruments of your trade become a thing of flesh. That is the disease. I built an empire to get past the disease.” Damien’s mouth worked. He thought of every name he had signed off on. He thought of every woman who disappeared and the silence he had wrapped around each loss. Shame was not new. Shame had been a tool he used to make himself ruthless. But now shame was heavy and personal and razor sharp.

I can't even understand what it is about him that is attracting me to him so fucking much, because apart from his dominant manly appearance and devilishly good look, which God, unfortunately, gave him, he is just one cold-blooded asshole. I'm pretty sure this man has no emotions, he's just a walking robot. But still, I can't stop fantasizing about how good his lips felt on mine or how bad I want his hands sliding down my body as he moans my name. I wanted to do things with him so forbidden, so unholy that it makes me question my fucking moral values. But I promised myself that these 3 days would be for me and me only. I won't let my mother or him ruin this.

Not yet. Ask yourself, 'What is sin?' What answer would you come up with? Take a moment and really think about it. A scholar might say, 'It's the breach of divine law, a trespass against the will of Gods and Goddesses or fate'. The priests call it 'disobedience made manifest - An act that stains the soul and severs it from salvation'. To the world, sin is 'theft. Bloodshed. Lust unrestrained. Vengeance unrepentant. It is pride, it is cruelty, it is a fire that burns without remorse'.

"Good. Then remember this pain, Bianca. Remember what happens when you defy me." 'Oh, God, oh, no... Fuck no!' Bianca wailed in her head. She was speechless now. All the energy drained from her system as she watched with widened eyes as the lighter flared brighter. Going closer and closer to Melissa’s genitals. Tears streamed down her eyes as she watched helplessly. Melissa's muffled but terrified cries filled the room, and the sound shattered something inside Bianca. Her cries reminded her of how all this was her fault. If only she hadn't gone against her mother. She had forgotten how her mother is...deceitful, cruel, always getting what she wants no matter what. Zerina had experienced the

I am no one's slave but if this was going to get me the paycheck, who am I to complain. I slowly got up and grabbed the sofa, waiting for him to take me. “PAH!” “Awhh” I moaned when he suddenly spanked my ass. “You like that huh? You are a little slut!” he yelled with a little laugh while running his fingers over the spot he just spanked. PAH! “AWHH” PAH! PAH! He spanked me really hard, a few more times before finally stopping. My ass was tingling with pain but it was the good kind of pain, as it turned me on and left me dripping wet.

Allistair took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the weight of the task ahead settle across his shoulders like a living thing. “Caius, Lust, Greed, Sloth. Surround us,” he said, his voice low but firm. The four Sins moved instinctively, forming a circle around him and Lucifer, their bodies poised to shield, steady, and anchor the magic about to be unleashed and to link their bond with each other.

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.

“I want to hear how nasty you really are for me.” “Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back as he ground harder against me. “I want you and Sebastian and Hudson to take turns with me. I want all three of you to stretch my holes at the same time. I finger my ass thinking about your cocks filling me up everywhere, pumping me full of cum until it leaks out of me for days. I am such a dirty girl, Mateo. I get guilty every single time Dad calls me princess because I am thinking about his best friends turning me into their personal cumslut.”

For several seconds, he said nothing. Then he looked back at me. “Who sent this to you?” “You don't get to ask me questions right now Alexander. Answer my question. Did you kill him?” “Yes.” The single word knocked the breath out of me. I stared at him, hoping he would take it back, hoping he would tell me there was some explanation I hadn't considered, but he didn't. “You actually killed him.” “Yes.” “And you lied to me.” “I did.” My chest tightened. “How can you stand there and admit that so easily?”