Sinful Tv Novels & Stories

TINA’s POV I was still crying when my fingers slid under the waistband of my shorts. The video was still open on my laptop screen; him with his cock down some girl’s vagina in a club bathroom, the timestamped showed three nights ago while I’d been waiting up for his “late study session.” The video she’d sent me played on a loop in the corner with no sound, though I didn’t need the sound. I already knew what his voice sounded like when he came. I’d heard it enough times to memorize it.

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

“Look… you have to stay away from me, Archie. Please.” “Elena, listen to me—” Archie started, stepping around the table, his eyes burning with determination. “No, you listen!” I cried out, my voice rising in the quiet room. “This thing we are doing… it is a sin. It is formidable, and I cannot continue it. The guilt… it is killing me inside every single day. Every time I look at you, every time you touch me, I feel like I am rotting from the inside out. So please… let’s stay away from each other.”

Her face is everywhere — flashing across my screen, splashed across news sites like she’s a tragic celebrity centerpiece. But she wasn’t a celebrity. Not even close. Hayley Murphy was simply a woman who worked in my father’s office. A woman who Mike decided to cheat on me with. The only reason her name and face are headline material is because I made her infamous. Because I called her a “slut” at Mike’s business launch party. And now, I’ll be suffering for it. One article stops me cold: From Scandal to Tragedy: The Final Chapter of Hayley Murphy

“Drop it.” He doesn’t. “You know your father’s not stupid. He’s watching. So whatever you’re doing with her—” “I’m not doing anything.” He laughs under his breath. “You keep telling yourself that.” The gala is a blur of champagne, fake smiles, and deals that smell like blood money. Valentina sticks to me like a shadow, laughing too loud, touching my arm too often. Every camera flash feels like a warning light. “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” she teases.

Our children were our lifeline, the very essence of our existence, and we would fight tooth and nail to protect them. "Hello, darling!" Lauren's voice shattered the moment, and I felt a shiver of hatred run down my spine. I despised that voice, despised his very existence. At that moment, I couldn't help but entertain dark thoughts of retribution. Perhaps it was wrong, but the idea of removing him from my life felt like purging a toxic presence from my soul. I would kill him and not feel like I committed a murder, I would think of it as cleansing a huge dirt in my life.

“I touched myself last night.” Silence. She leaned forward, letting her voice drop to a sultry whisper. “Do I tell you the details, Father?” A shift in his breathing. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” “But what if I want to share them?” “You must reflect on your sins in silence.” “Silence didn’t help me last night,” she murmured. “I kept thinking about hands. Big hands. Strong ones. Holding me down. Forcing my legs apart. And I came so hard I had to bite my pillow.”

I was indoors with her so she couldn’t. “Fuck off and stop this whole self righteous facade you have going on because it’s not working with me.! It cannot work and won’t work. I know the real you, Penelope. I know the devil that lives inside of you. I know you and I don’t care. What are you going to do about it? Huh? Run off to your dad or to my dad? Cry about it or fucking call off this whole bullshit? Why are you acting like you mean something to me? You mean nothing to me! I ignored you yesterday and believe you, me. I will gladly ignore you for the rest of my life. In case you still haven’t gotten the memo. I despise you! I hate the fact that I have to get married to a person as maliciou

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

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.