Sinful Novels & Stories

I wish Val was alive, at least we'd have been together, secluded together. The life I lived was a lonely one. It's not like I even had a choice. Ofcourse I had friends but they only knew Lana Michaels, the goofy,crazy Lana Micheals with a perfect life. They didn't know Lana Morelli, the one who had killed and stolen for survival, the black sheep of her family who was harbouring intense bitterness and anger toward them. Lana Morelli who hated that her life was pathetic, the daughter of a monster. Lana Morelli who had a tainted soul and the one who was going to kill her father.

He watched me with quiet interest, like he already knew what I was about to reveal. When the knot finally came loose, I slowly slid the coat off my shoulders. The lingerie underneath caught the dim light. His expression changed instantly. “Fuck,” he growled, eyes dragging over me like he couldn’t help it. “You’re a bad girl.” He paused as his gaze darkened. “And I don’t like bad girls.”

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’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

"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.

She had to grip the couch harder to stay upright. "Oh fuck. You guys are killing me," Vivian moaned against Brie's lips. Her voice came out shaky and broken. "Yes, let Mommy play with you while your stepbrother fucks you. Such a naughty little girl taking his cock like a slut." The dirty talk turned Vivian on. Fresh wetness flooded around Bruno's shaft. Her pussy clenched tight. Bruno groaned loud at the sudden squeeze. He slammed into her even harder. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust.

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

’Please help me… can you help me quench the fire burning in me? ’Fuck me, please.’ ’Fill me up, kill me, fuck me!’ Every dirty word, every shameless plea, the way I had wrapped my legs around his waist and screamed into his neck while he slammed into me—it all played back like a nightmare reel. A hot, suffocating wave of embarrassment flushed through my entire body. My blood ran cold instantly. I had never felt so ashamed of myself. My cheeks burned so intensely, I thought my skin might actually melt off.

"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."

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”