Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

9Gabriel. Guilt is a steady drumbeat that won’t stop pounding, no matter how many times I try to silence it. It sits under my skin, pulses in my veins, makes every moment feel like I’m holding my breath underwater. This morning, after Mara slips out of the rectory; hair wild, lips bitten, face flushed with the triumph of secrets, I sit at my desk with my head in my hands, every part of me aching for something I know I shouldn’t want. I thought sin would feel sharp and electric. I didn’t expect it to feel so heavy.

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…”

He took Delina’s hand and kissed the back of it. “You look beautiful as always, Delina, even if your face is covered with the mask.” He complimented. Delina gave him a polite smile. “You flatter me too much, Milo.” She replied. The man was in his mid-fifties and was slightly chubby with the most questionable moustache in existence. He had an extremely outgoing personality and seemed friendly. But those who have done business with him knew he was quite ruthless and could be a terrifying man if you made him your enemy.

She accepted the mask with a nod, understanding perfectly what was at stake. --- The ballroom of Xavier's mansion had been transformed into something out of a dark fairy tale. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the space, where black and gold decorations created an atmosphere of decadent luxury. Elaborate ice sculptures depicting the seven deadly sins were positioned throughout the room, slowly melting as the evening progressed—a reminder of the transient nature of power and pleasure.

Brian aired some bullets into it and it bled out a white like secretion that looked more like a white liquid and left me somewhat speechless. "the skinwalkers are to be feared and your pack, would soon be home to ours," he said as I tore my claws into his neck, ripped its flesh open as it fell to the floor, weak, tired and homeless as it morphed into it's true have, having its morbid head and the legs like that of a human, black in color, its boy like that of a fish, had furs like a human, terrible to look at. "what the fuck?!" Brian yelled as he fell to the floor, startled at the scene before him.

As soon as they entered, a sexy woman walked up to them, greeting them kindly, "Welcome, these are all the latest styles of our store." She too had only underwear on and she had a very nice figure. Unfortunately, Felix didn't have the time to appreciate it. Like Esme, he looked around the store with his mouth agape. What was sold in the store weren't clothes at all, but skin! Human skin! There were even some with hair still attached. There were all kinds of skin there, fair skin, dark skin. "These… These are clothes?" Felix was going insane. What on earth was the Black Soul Scout trying to do? It was just shock after shock from each floor!

I squeezed the jelly-like liquid and scrubbed my body with an artificial loofah. Through all the scrubbing I felt the need to scrub harder, the black marks weren’t going away. Black ink spread all over my skin like guilt. I could see it, on my thighs, chest and stomach, spreading like venom. It felt like an itch I deserved. How could I leave everyone like that? What kind of a wolf was I if I wasn't loyal? All I did was run, I could have tried. I could've...