Sinner Novels & Stories

The same girl's voice came from the side. " He is our pack's alpha,Juliana .He did not need any trial . If Knox says he is guilty then he is guilty. Whatever he does is all good for our pack".Another girl's voice came from the side. Hearing her words I turned to the side. A beautiful redhead was smirking . Her eyes were fixed on me. Hatred was shining in those green orbs. I could feel her hatred was not because I was a hunter but there was something else.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

"For five years, I wronged you." His gaze never left mine. "Until you forgive me..." A bitter smile crossed his face. "I'll always consider myself a sinner." The word made me pause. A sinner. For years, that title had belonged to me. Everyone had called me one. Now it seemed everyone wanted to claim it for themselves. Anderson, Reuben, and Kingsley, all three of them. I shook my head and laughed softly. "Why does everyone keep calling themselves sinners?" Anderson frowned.

The sound of fabric shifting made my breath hitch. He was touching himself. In the booth. In a church. While watching me rub my soaked pussy like a desperate, wicked girl who came not for forgiveness, but to corrupt the holy. I didn’t stop moving my fingers. I wanted him to see me drip. To see what he did to me without even laying a hand. “Say something,” I whispered, breathless. “Tell me what you see.” A pause. Then that voice low, ruined, trembling. “I see sin.”

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

"After everything with Sophia and my feelings for you. It helped." I looked at her and saw someone who'd been through her own betrayal and come out the other side. "How did you get past it?" I asked. "The betrayal from Sophia." "I reminded myself that her actions were about her, not about me," Maya said. "She didn't betray me because I wasn't enough, she betrayed me because that's who she is." "But Adrian isn't like Sophia," I said. "He's not manipulative or calculating." "No," Maya agreed. "He's just scared and human. Which doesn't excuse the lying but it does explain it."