Sinner Saints Novels & Stories

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

“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.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

I shouldn’t have zoomed in on the timestamp just to confirm what I already knew. Miles will always run back to Sabrina; cheerleader, captain of the girls' basketball team, head of the drama club, member of the student council... In short, the girl who shines in everything she puts her hands on, and the biggest part? The face of the Falcons. She is always at the games front row. How could I ever compete with that? “Calla!” Brina’s voice cuts through the noise. She is leaning against Miles’ locker, all effortless confidence and perfect hair. She looks radiant as always, and tanned. She was in Spain for the summer. Miles stands beside her. He looks exactly the same as he did last night, except

Dean laughed so hard he almost doubled over. “You? Let us live? Fuck you, Voss. You’re not the Reaper anymore. You’re a washed-up corpse. You were the boss once, but look at you now. Shot, bleeding, begging and so pathetic.” Bruno joined in with a sick grin. “Man, I used to fear your name. Myles Voss, the Reaper of Hellfangs. Every street whispered it but now? You’re nothing. A disgrace and a dog crawling back for scraps.” Their voices echoed in my head with Reaper. Disgrace and pathetic. They thought I was finished but that was their mistake.

“L-Lord Sid, I… I just want to go back to live in seclusion to recuperate,” Sahar replied with a shaky voice. He did not expect to be caught by that old fart Sid. This old man despised evil, so how would he let Sahar go? Yet, Sid was one of the six Sacred Saints of the Star Kingdom after all. Sahar was just a True Saint. So, Sahar certainly had no chance of winning. He could not escape and he felt helpless.

His look is never complete without his tousled brown waves touching his shoulders, the mirrored shades, whether inside or out, and a sucker in his mouth. Gossip sites claim the sucker is always red and cherry flavored, as it has something to do with his childhood. It’s not something I gave much thought to until now. I mean, what grown man enjoys suckers in public? Flanking him is the quietest member of the band with the infamous, smoldering stare. Jake Johnson, the bass player, gives off powerful don’t-engage-with-me vibes. I’m surprised that his looks are even more potent in person. His bright blue eyes are like Eli’s. It states in his bio that his eyes are blue. I know that for sure. They’

Aggie thrust a fist in the air. “No. No, booyah. He’s not only rich, he’s famous, which means his ego is larger than Alaska.” Aggie’s brows drew together. “Famous?” “Lead singer of Sinners. The band.” “I think I’ve heard of them. Rock music?” “Hard rock. And you missed his most notorious ‘quality.’” She finger quoted. “He has an insatiable appetite for sex. You can’t get him out of bed long enough to have a decent conversation with him.”

“ I know this is none of us , we would never be sloppy. I know none of my guys would do this behind my back “ I snap and hold my hand out for the joint off of Joker. He leans forward and gives it to me. I take a drag and blow it out , looking out the window I think of who could be wanting to set us up. Shit I could write a fucking novel that consists of nothing but names of enemies we had. Once again the door opens and the last of my close brothers walks in Saint. He has his head in his phone , he’s typing out a text and when he sits down he finally pockets it and looks up. He looks at me and then across at the other too. Saint goes by that because he looks like the boy next door. His hair