Novel & Cerita Sinner Saints

To preserve my mother’s health was my utmost priority. I looked into his eyes but all I could see was this dark depth from a soul that was beyond redemption. A sinner never willing to repent, one willing to lure a soul into hell and I thought twice what I was going to say next. “I want a job, like the one you offered,” I breathe out the words, holding his gaze. “I-I know it may sound ridiculous but…” My heart hammered wildly against my chest as I counted the beads in my bangle faster than usual. “You’ll find me of use if I become your…” I paused. “If I become your contracted girlfriend for as long as you pay me.”

Everyone is a Saint in SINCITY. Everything is Perfect in SINCITY. Until… Two groups came into SINCITY. One group consisted of two teenage boys on summer vacation. One a non-serious student who thinks the world and all that belongs in it is a big pile of confusion and thus he had decided to spend his vacation in the famous SINCITY of Saints. There is no way a city as beautiful and as rich as that would be without any form or act of sin, determined to learn more about this city and to uncover her secret and flaws, Jason Norman dragged his best friend into going to SINCITY with him but what he didn't remember to do, was to prepare for what he was about to uncover.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

said the young man, then placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Mia smiled as the corners of her eyes quickly warmed up. "E-Even if I'm a sinner?" she asked eventually breaking into tears. She couldn't explain it, but at that moment she could feel Erik's love for her. And that caused and delivered a strange flame and touch of emotion in her heart. Erik nodded before he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, even so, you will be my sweet sinner. And as I said earlier, I will love you with all my heart and without any doubt," he uttered again.

Jozef was in their suite when Shaun quietly opened the door and let herself inside. At first, he didn't see her. He was sitting on the sofa, the TV blaring a music video. The lyrics for Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" filling the apartment as Jozef tapped on his phone, texting someone. Shaun was surprised he enjoyed retro music. Based on the club, she would've pegged him as more of a DJ kind of guy.

"We found them." "Oh thank god." Seb muttered a quick prayer to god, thanking him. I didn't blame him. He had always been the religious one. "It was about time." "I agree." Aiden sighed. "Good work, man. Fuck, really." "I didn't doubt you for a second." Rowan winked. "By the way, Seb. God had nothing to do with him. Only Cain."

“He doesn’t even remember what happened back then. Does that bother you?” “I…I guess it does. A bit.” “Why?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to turn this into a therapy session?” My tone was light, desperately wanting to change the topic. But there was no bullshitting Dante. “It bothers you my dear friend because you know deep down that your revenge means nothing if the poor boy does not even know the sins he’s atoning for. And when you really look at it, Beneditti is the one you should be punishing.” “I am punishing him,” I gritted out.

Somewhere softer, and sweeter. Camila Colorado. There’s something painfully angelic about her. All glow and grace, like the world hasn’t touched her yet. The kind of untouched that drives a man insane. She looked like sin had never laid a finger on her. That smile? Gentle. That body? A goddess carved by temptation itself. And her skin… fuck. Silk would envy it. Camila’s presence unleashed something primal in me. A hunger I hadn’t felt in my entire existence. I wanted to touch her: no, take her. Every inch of her. I want to drag her into my world even though she doesn’t belong in its shadow.

Chapter one: The First Confession Ciara's PoV: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." I uttered, voice barely above a whisper and not so sure what of myself. My cravings had been unhinged lately, as an aspiring nun, someone who wanted to devote her life to worship. I had told myself at first that it was nothing, that all females experience this, including nuns. But everything shattered when I skipped going for practice, joining the church for charity or even responding to my boss email on time in the morning, and devoted my mornings to fingering myself until I came over and over again.

“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.