Novel & Cerita Sinner Saints

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

Blinking rapidly as if trying to absorb the words, father Reed glared at me when he finally figured it out, clenching his jaw. "You killed him?!" He growled. "Took you so long, priest." I leaned forward in my seat to get a good look at his helplessness. "I'm wondering who's gonna do your dirty work now?" Anger was written on every inch of the priests face. He lifted the gun again and pointed it straight at my head. "You've been acting like a saint, giving sermons…where as, you're still deep in sin." I stood up and walked closer towards him. "Your congregation must be thinking so highly of you, how would they react if they were to find out about this other side of you?"

Everytime they got done doing it, they both filled each other with more hunger, lust and insanity for each other. The sinful sound of their skin slapping and their heavy moans were echoing against the walls of that room. She scratched his naked back as his thrusts turned rough and aggressive but she wasn't complaining about it. She wanted him to feel that beautiful sin between them with no barriers like she was feeling it. Tears of pleasure started rolling down from the corner of her eyes. Their gazes were thoroughly devouring each other, turning their moment more intimate and passionate. That was a raw madness, an obsessive love, a sinful desire between those two shipping bare bodies. As th

"I won't let you go until you calm down, Bella." I was pensive momentarily, my hands resting on Sean's shoulders while he tightened the embrace. I could hear the sound of his heartbeat so close to my ear, his warm skin even though he was still covered in clothes and his distinctive masculine scent. I almost drifted off as the sound of his breathing soothed me, but I was reminded of the betrayal he had committed against me. I couldn't easily forgive what Sean had done when he did the unforgivable to me. "Let go!" I struggled again, harder than before, because I was completely trapped in that man's arms. "I said let go of me, Sean! Let go!"

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.

And yet, all I could think about was the way he looked at me, the way he dropped to his knees on his own dining room floor and handed me the key to his life, and that massive, unimaginable length between his legs that had stretched me open last night in a way no man ever had. "You stupid, desperate, nasty bitch," I cursed at myself, digging my nails into my jeans. "You disgusting, hypocritical little slut. You stand there crying to him about your mom and your principles, and then the second he pulls you close, you melt right into his chest like a pathetic, horny teenager. You're so dirty. You're a sick, wretched, shameless bitch, Sophia. You're falling for him. You actually have feelings for

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.

She should not fall for his fakeness. “Leave me, you f*cker. Leave me,” Eizlina continued to hit his back while screaming, but choosing to become deaf to her curses, he walked out of that place with her….. unaware that this night had just begun for both of them. And this night was going to illuminate a darkness of sin between this sinful captivator and his sinless captive.

and the way those four words had hit me in a place I thought I'd sealed shut. She didn't know who I was. Not really. I had given her my middle name, which I always did when I went out. Vincent. It kept things simple. It kept the gold diggers and the socialites and the tabloid reporters at a safe distance. But Lara hadn't asked about my money, my job, or my name. She had asked me what made me laugh, and when I couldn't answer right away, she had looked at me with those olive-green eyes and said, "That's sad, Vincent. Everyone should know what makes them laugh."