Sinful Novels & Stories

That he might break my heart if he got the chance so I wanted to distance myself from him. I could not give him the chance to break the walls around my heart. I really hoped he would stop doing whatever it was that he was doing and ignore me or hate me altogether like everyone else. I couldn’t for the love of god figure out what it was that pulled me to him like a moth to a flame , it was not just his good looks but the pain behind his smiling eyes which was almost similar to mine but not quiet. He thought he was hiding it well from everyone but I could tell just like I could tell that there was evil in my parents.

After all, the sins he committed were worse than theirs. "I-I will... entrust you all with my daughter's life." Zacharias took off his feet from his chest as Fernando rashly sat up and gasped while regaining his breath, the other gazed down at him before walking away. They say, a sin for a sin will always and forever be equal, and repentance is the sinner's only defense, but sometimes, being faithfully devoted can lead to blindness from many more truths that are stopping them from their capabilities and limits, transpiring of beliefs and notions that lead to loss of control in yourself, drowned in the sea of coercion instead of the sea of tranquility which the eternal suffering of the sinner

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 moaned, grinding my hip to create more friction. He pushed in harder, breaking every part of my insides. Sounds of our skin slapping, rubbing echoed in my ears, "Hmm. Fuck Olivia you are so fucking tight" Lucian rasped, gripping my hip in place "And so beautiful, and the best part you are mine and mine alone."

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

"Bless me, Sister, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession." A woman's voice. Middle-aged, tired. "Go ahead, my child," Veronica said, trying to keep her voice steady as Father Marcus's fingers began stroking her clit in slow circles. "Tell me what troubles you." "I've been having impure thoughts about a man at my workplace. Nothing has happened, but the thoughts are... persistent. Distracting." "Impure thoughts are natural," Veronica managed, even as Marcus's fingers pushed inside her pussy, two of them, working in and out slowly. "The sin is not in the thought itself, but in dwelling on it. In nurturing it rather than dismissing it."

Never visit a suspect. Seeing how he reacted, Hannah pointed at him, a slow, deliberate nod of her head. The man, a genius of business, a master of manipulation, was a coward when it came to his past. "You're evil, Norman," she said, her voice filled with a deep, profound sadness. "And that's the reason you won't trust anyone. You will never be a good man, Norman. You are just a man with a heart full of stones. You are a man who can’t even trust the person he loves.”

“Moaning our names while you played with that needy little pussy right next to your husband.” Cane smirked, palming the huge bulge in his sweatpants. “Your body is fucking sinful, sweetheart. Those heavy tits, that soft belly, that fat ass… made for real men to worship. Not whatever the hell Seth is doing to you.” Heat flooded my core again. My nipples stiffened visibly against the thin fabric. I pulled the covers up to my chest, shame burning my face. “This is wrong,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I’m a married woman. Your brother’s wife. My family… our faith… this is a sin. I can’t.”

“ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here. “ This is Hearts, the sin of sloth. He’s always like this so don’t be confused. “ The man named Jake said. Sloth------a lazy one? He have a long reddish hair and an eye glasses. I can definitely see through what kind of sin he is by just looking at his tardy eyes. But still, a handsome one.

~Alaya I'm not sure what surprises me the most. Sinful is a jerk. I know that much already, though. How he managed to make my plan go from somewhat brilliant to absolute trash that I'm too far deep in to revoke. He always managed to do it in record time - I assume when Asher and I were back in the mortal lands. Cunning. Manipulative. All these things I already know about Sinful, yet it still crashes over me like wave that I may have possibly stepped into a trap.