Sinner Saints Novels & Stories

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"

" Just once because you want to be in the group chat? " " Yeah " He responded as he Lean back almost tiredly. " Once you visit the nightlife you will be added to the school group chat. You will know if there's a negative rumours about you or positive ones. The nightlife is just a party, a wild one. You see gays fucking themselves, lesbians sucking each other. The straights doing their thing "

I should curse his name and flee. But my body was a traitor. As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity surged through me, pooling low in my belly. It wasn't the polite, distant touch I was used to from Simon. Ethan’s heat radiated through his shirt, searing my palms, and for the first time in my life, the "good girl" inside me went quiet. I didn't want to be a martyr anymore. I didn't want to be a placeholder or a business transaction.

I backed away, hugging myself, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Kyle…” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Don’t let them take me.” The door burst open with a crack, and I jumped. My parents stormed in, their faces were red with rage. Behind them were Kyle’s parents; their eyes were cold. And then the others: men and women in black robes, collars glinting, rosaries hanging. A group I never expected. Bishop Callahan. Mother Superior. Monsignor Rivera. And two other priests whose faces I knew from years of services. A holy firing squad.

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."

“But now, I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m not so sure I can be a nun. I’m not even sure I still want to be a nun. The flesh is weak. My flesh is very weak. My heart is torn. I feel dirty. I feel confused. I am lost, Father.” A long silence stretched between us in the box. The silence made me sit with my own thoughts for a while. The guilt and regret were floating in the box with me. “Sister, you must know that the adversary knows where we are weakest,” the priest said. His voice commanded the entire box. His voice also had a strange way of calming my guilt and shame. “Lust is a fire that warms the heart and consumes the soul, turning it to ash. You simply cannot compromise your calling fo

The moment my heels found purchase on the floor, I stood up, attempting to dart past his massive frame toward the door. But Alaric was faster. His heavy body slammed into mine, pinning me back down onto the leather cushions, his immense weight completely trapping me. Slap! The sharp, deafening crack of my palm colliding with his jaw echoed through the quiet room. I hit him with everything I had left. The force of the blow snapped his head to the side. Alaric froze, his muscles locking instantly. A thin bead of crimson welled where his teeth had bit into the inside of his lower lip. For a long, agonizing beat, he didn't move. He just stared at the wall, the dark, beastly fog in his eyes slowl

"Okay come let's sort it out now. The earlier the better." He concluded. "Great." I smiled and sat close to him on the bed. "I ain't no saint amore." Emily. Yeah, no one is a saint. We are all sinners, so what the hell is he saying? "We are ain't Saint Pablo. You're a sinner, I am a sinner, so whatcha sayin?"

Yes, you idiot! "Okay, let me introduce myself first then. Hi! I am Darin Santi Morellis. Now, will you please tell me your name?" I ask once again hoping that this time she will tell me. She sighs and joins her hands infront of me. "Will you please leave me alone? Don't make me regret saving you from those bastards." I press my lips tightly together. I feel embarrassed that I could not fight those idiots. They are the boys in my school who are in the rival team. Well you see, I am a player. Not that 'player' but a football player. Those boys attacked me today because my team won the match against them yesterday and it is not like I am not fit or I can't fight. It is just that they outnumber