Sinner Saints Mga Nobela at Kwento

Dire-diretsong sabi ni Finn na mabilis ko namang tinanguan. Maling-mali talaga iyon. Can it be considered a sin? Probably. Kung ano ang gusto mo, dapat sundin mo iyon. Lalong lalo na rito sa pagpapari. Kung hindi mo naman talaga gusto, hindi will ng Panginoon at sadyang napipilitan ka lang dahil iyon ang gusto ng kung sino man, dapat itigil mo na. Dapat lumabas ka na. Bago pa tuluyang mahuli ang lahat.

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

The father of sins. I was a bloody shivering mess, my mind refused to work properly and I was seeing black all the while. I started to trip on my feet but before I could fall, Luciano caught me. I didn’t know what to say, I was left numb. Like no soul remained in me. A tear of pain cascaded without my permission. “What did I do,” I muffled, I knew Luciano was looking at me and asking if I was right but I was too distracted to deal with him. He was the reason who made me hate my body. How could I let him do this to me? I didn’t. I wasn’t me last night. I wasn’t the Jennifer I had been all my life. And it’s all because…

The stitches had dissolved, but the ridge remained, a vertical line drawn by the surgeon's knife, dividing me into before and after. My phone buzzed. Maria. I stepped into the sacristy, a small room that smelled of old incense and beeswax, and answered. "Signora," she whispered. Her voice had the texture of frayed silk. "It has arrived. The package. He... he opened it." I leaned against the cool stone wall. Outside, through the leaded glass, I could see the workmen arranging roses—white, funereal—around the pedestals. "Tell me," I said.

“Join me, Saint? Make me a sweet sinner tonight?” Zoe almost rolled her eyes as the woman stumbled over the succession of ‘s’ words, indicating that she was also halfway to smashed. She also thought the whole saint/sinner thing was a bit cheesy, but whatever, and she was one hundred percent sure that Saint used the ‘sweet sinner’ line often. Probably to great effect. “Aw, thanks, ladies.” Saint gave them a wide grin, clocked both the shaved pussy and the pert, rosy nipples, and Zoe watched the women swoon. “But I’m here with Zee tonight… another time, OK?”

And it gave me the strength I needed to win the battle. My throat burns. Alejandro quietly connects his phone to the car speakers. A moment later, the music fills the car. Soft at first. Then the lyrics hit. Get out your guns, battles begun, are you a saint or a sinner … It’s his voice. Damion’s. Singing. It makes it personal. At least I’ve learned through this whole experience that you never know who’s the saint and who’s the sinner … some devils hide their horns, like Ren and Lucinda, and some angels hide their wings, like Damion. And the other San Francisco Boys.

"He's really got blue eyes like they say? Gawd, Dean is hot, you're sexy, I can imagine how hotter the Priest would be!" "Drop the motherfuckin' bombshell Saint! The Church name!" Saint slanted his head, giving Tino a look which made Tino grin. "Calm down, bitçhes," Saint faced the girls again. "It's Savior's Alive Church." He dropped the bomb. "Yes!" "I'd suck your cóvk to compensate for this info!" "Let's go worship on Sunday!" Saint was finally able to move to the side of the road with Tino. Though, girls still followed them, but they're lesser now.

His dark eyes flare, hot, feral and predatory. And in that moment, one truth sinks in with brutal clarity. If the old Clary poisoned herself to escape this man, then she was either insane, didn’t have a type, or was running from something far darker than him. Because this man looks like sin, power, and danger wrapped together. “Leave us.” Damon’s command echoes through the room, his deep and calm voice tingling me. Everyone freezes. The overly sweet girl, her pathetic boyfriend and our mother hovering near the door.