Sinner Saints Novels & Stories

I couldn't maintain eye contact with him, his presence alone was heavy on me, and I couldn't hide the odor that reeked out of his body. Sinner smells really bad, like rotten food, or spoiled milk mixed with acid. He reeked of foul odor and if care is not taken, I could throw up. I've always heard the performers gossip about Sinner, they whispered him being a predator, and how cruelly he treats everyone. They claim the only person he fears was Bishop, and as long as Bishop has no idea what's happening inside this penthouse, then Sinner feels he is in charge, and owns the world.

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

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

With both my arms busy holding Angela, I could not end the call. “Yeah, yeah... Just be careful because Lalaine might look like an angel, but she’s a tigress. A demon, I may say. Sorry.” “You don’t have to remind me. End the call, Catherine. End my misery,” I joked. “Right. See you tomorrow.” She ended the call. “What happened?” Sister Grace asked worriedly as if my children’s stories were not enough and opened the door wide. “Nothing. Sky is just overacting, carrying me like an injured worker,” Only Angela laughed at her own joke. “I’m fine, Sister Grace.” I nodded to greet Sister Grace and walked to her small bedroom, next to the office and Sister Grace’s bedroom.

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

“I'm not being sassy, it's the truth. Dare touch a hair on my skin and they will come for you and give you hell!” They felt slapped to the faces, four of them, especially the one who called me sassy. They were so good-ugly looking, all thanks to their eyes and before I could say another word, one was on my neck threatening to tear my flesh when they dragged him back instantly with a fierce whoosh. “What?” He yelled at them feeling so pissed. “ Can't you see how confident she is, insulting our ego and powers!” “That's the more reason you should be scared, you arse! No one has ever talked to a hunter or stared at their eyes but this rat fucking stared at my eye balls and sneered instead of dyi

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

His eyes glowed faintly, not entirely human. “Saint…?” Riven whispered, disbelief tearing at him. Saint’s gaze locked on Bishop and Vex, cold and merciless. “You took everything from me… from us. Now… it ends.” The energy in the room spiked. Bishop hissed. Vex’s smirk faltered. Riven knew, in that instant, that nothing would ever be the same. Saint’s return changed everything. Allies became unpredictable, enemies more dangerous, and the game was escalating faster than any of them could anticipate.

✒✒✒ “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.

"I wil-l ne-ver marry y-ou even if you are the las-t ma-n on the ear-th. You jus-t wanted t-o marr-y me beca-use o-f my fa-mily stat-us am-ong the hunt-ers. You wan-ted to b-e the most pow-erful but I w-ill never let that ha-ppen. I will n-ever let that ha-ppen" "Why are you acting as if you are a saint ha? I know you hate them to the core for what they did to your mother. If you help me then we can have so much power and strength. We can kill everyone in your family. You can take your revenge for your mother's death and I get the title of most powerful hunter. You have no idea how much money we can have after the finish of this hunt". He jerked my head and left my neck. I fell on the ground