Sinner Novels & Stories

"Would he, really?" "What are you even trying to say? Sin was- no- Sin is in love with my sister and he's a good man. He'd never stand for this bullshit we Just pulled on him." "Oh my God. Come off it. Sin is as in love with your sister as I am to you. No offense but your sister is a cold hearted bitch, a veritable ice queen and she'd never willingly be with someone who had the audacity to have messy emotions like love for her."

Her voice was angelic, like music to his soul. “Yeah we went for the actual pleasure. What’s your name?” He demanded, letting his tongue brush her lower lip. “April. Just April.” “April huh? I’m Sin.” He watched her reaction closely. Her shoulders shook with mirth, “The name fits you.” She made the move to get out of his arms and Sin felt his arms subconsciously holding her tighter. The moment he realised what he did he unwound his arms from around her, gave her the space she wanted while he made himself busy by discarding the used condom into his bathroom bin.

I don't understand what they're talking about, but I know it's something dangerous and I don't want to risk it, I can't risk hurting Hope. 'I told you, I'm a very old spirit, Dylan. My power is gigantic. I am the Sins, those who walk today and those who once were.' 'That's why I'm training, that's why we're training!' 'You are right. When we started training, we chose Gluttony, because it is a simpler sin to control, but I know that what is going to happen soon, is that you are going to need to trust me, blindly. Without that, we can't move forward.'

“Of course.” From the mirror that sees everything and by that time in the particular life and part of the victim, yet rather the test subject. The dreaded hum, but not from the person who is the vessel to grow such sin came from. But rather from the fully-grown embodiment that’s drawing its own sinister smile. The song echoes, but only few could hear. And that persons are the purest one who ever since then is owning a particular sin out from the deadly seven. Where it goes like this and run along the lines and the words.

The father of sins. I was a bloody shivering mess, my mind refused to work properly and I was seeing black all the while. I started to trip on my feet but before I could fall, Luciano caught me. I didn’t know what to say, I was left numb. Like no soul remained in me. A tear of pain cascaded without my permission. “What did I do,” I muffled, I knew Luciano was looking at me and asking if I was right but I was too distracted to deal with him. He was the reason who made me hate my body. How could I let him do this to me? I didn’t. I wasn’t me last night. I wasn’t the Jennifer I had been all my life. And it’s all because…

His sinistic hungry gaze bored deeper into her afraid hazel ones as he leaned his face closer to her and finally her existence froze hearing his those words. "I am an insane sinner and I will ruin my Heaven with my insanity, "

It’s more sensational and my body felt so sensitive to him. “ We’re indeed friends, but can’t you see that we’re all a sinner? We’re born to become a sinner. We live for sins, and die for it. “ He stated that made me even more puzzled. What does he mean? A sinner? But can’t they change it into good ones?

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

✒✒✒ “You are now finally mine. Body and soul. All mine. No one will be able to stop me now.” Senna was tossing in her sleep. She was in deep sleep and was having a dream. More like a nightmare. A lot was going on. One moment she was standing at the cliff, then the next she was falling from the roof of a building. Then something catches her. An angel. He had the whitest wing. His dress fluttered with the wind. His eyes were blue one, it looks like it has been just a glass. They fly until the angel found a pavement to put her down. Except it was not just pavement. Senna was now standing at one of the tombs at the cemetery. She looks down and saw the name written there. Lilian Evans.