Sinner Novels & Stories

“And this is where I’ll break him out.” She cried out as he fingered her hard and deep. His mouth closed around her nipple, sucking as he worked her open. The candles flickered as she writhed on the altar. Then he flipped her over, bent her forward over the edge. He grabbed the Bible beside the candle. “Say it,” he ordered. “I am a sinner.” He brought the book down on her ass with a sharp smack. She moaned. “Say it again.” “I am a sinner.”

“I don’t have time for your sob story now. Shoot me now because this is the only chance you’ll get to do it. If you won’t, fuck out of here with your righteousness or accept me for who I am. The Grand Sinner. I rule Sin city now. I won’t tolerate shit, even if it comes from my brother.” “I’m not a murderer like you. But starting today, we cease to be brothers.” Vanya offered him a sad smile, bending to pick up a suitcase. “Things could have been different for us, Alek. They should have.” For fuck’s sake. This again? Maksim was tired of petting this guy. They were Sinners, and it was normal for them to sin. Papa had done worse, k

i never felt fear but from yesterday after the encounter with that hulk it seemed as if his dark aura settled around me trying to scare me everytime . His eyes are on her every move , Just correct time amore and you will be with me ~ The Sinner

“Please…please…don’t….” My breathing heavy and loud, were I aggressively gripped on the table not wanting to let go. He was fucking inserting it, and hitting it in the right spot, I fucking enjoyed it when he fuck me in this position, bent fully on the table with him banging me from behind. “You fucking girl.” He slapped hard on my ass that it immediately had my pussy convulsing with squirt. None stop he was ruining me from that angle whereas I was trying to hush down my voice, after all we were in his office. How scandalous would it be if someone should find us like this, me half naked with my professors pants dropped to the ground, were his dick was connected to my pussy from behi

“Your Nan is planning a surprise party and we’re early. Let’s go get you a beer and in a better mood.” Sinner’s Shack, or simply The Shack, was bought by the Devil’s Saints MC the year before his daughter was born. The unfinished hotel lost its funding when the highway expansion fell through. At the time, the club was growing and heavy in the gun and drug trade. Four years ago, Sinner and the majority of his family, along with other members and their families were gunned down by the Brotherhood.

Nick knowingly tried to avoid eye contact, but I chuckled and said the little boy's name to clarify who I meant. "Bella. I heard Sean call that little bitch's name when she ran away from me." I explained hatefully, remembering when Sean had put an arm around that woman's waist and smiled sweetly at her, but his expression was completely different when he came back to face me. "I still don't understand what good that little kid is compared to me."

I was never expecting this, not in my wildest dreams. "I'm so sorry, Snow, so sorry!" He slapped his face, covering his face with his palms, as he let his tears freely flow down. Chris was already numb in the ground; he was so stiff that, for a second, you will think he is dead, but the bubbling of his Adam apple indicates he is still with us. Right now, everyone one of us is having a bleeding heart; we just lost a dear soul, a dear friend, forever.

I will never in my life attempt this s*** again. Oh Father in Heaven, if you can just give me an escape out of this nemesis I am about to encounter. This is just too much for my frail heart to be. No, it is just f****** so much. I take a deep breath and shut my eyes trying to calm down my palpitating nerves.

he says. "Sinner, Reaper, we regroup," I say looking around. "Boss? We might have a small problem," Reaper says and I look at him raising my in doubt. I hear a man grown and I get my senses spiked up. "Shit!" I cuss running across the lane towards the small bush where a pained-looking Sinner is there. He looks pale, extremely pale, and visibly in pain. "Hey, Sinner!" I call out slapping him gently across the face as I try to look at them.

"Shinee, you're wrong. Does your past unnerve me, yes. But I'm not looking to change you or to hope you have other abilities. Trust me, I want nothing more than for you to be who you tell me you are, for you to be who you act like when you're with me." It couldn't be more true. As much as I would like to believe that the kindness Shinee has extended me recently is a part of his behavior, of his personality, I know better. He is a Sin, one who has lived a long time, and has made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. That I know for certain.