Novel & Cerita Sinners 2025

“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.

But the world she tried so desperately to ignore had finally reached out and dragged her into its jaws. The underground ballroom beneath the ruined opera house thrummed with dark elegance. Massive chandeliers dripped crystals like frozen tears over tables draped in black velvet. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of barely concealed violence. This was the Syndicate Auction — an annual gathering where the criminal elite settled scores, forged alliances, and traded lives as casually as stocks. Politicians, mob bosses, arms dealers, and tech overlords mingled here under a fragile truce. One wrong word could spark a war. One high bid could c

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

"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.

“Well, Don Fieri doesn’t have much to live for anymore, does he? Ain’t got anyone to pass all the family jewels onto with both his kids dead.” I cut Brennan a look. “Are we getting our friends from school involved in the project? It’s a fixer upper, right?” Did you ask the bikers to get involved? I asked, referring to the Satan’s Sinners’ MC we had familial ties as well as business links with. This conversation was going to wear on my last nerve because we’d have to speak in code. If we had a fucking tail, then the car might be bugged too. “Nah. No need.” Brennan shot me a dry smile which told me that was a lie.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

“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.

Ancient healer's blood can give new life to many species. "You what?What were you about to say" One of the elderly women with blond hair and grey strands asked . "Nothing" .I pressed my lips together in a thin line.They looked at each other then back to face me. "All the evidences are proving that Miss Stones was indeed present at the crime spot and tried to kill our alpha according to the law she will be sentenced to death but as there was no solid evidence and Miss Stones do not belongs to supernatural world so, hereby we announce Miss Kimberly Stone guilty and she will be lashed hundred of times before the entire pack so everyone will think twice to commit this type of crime ". I was drag

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.