Sinners 2025 Novels & Stories

But Noah’s eyes were already on him—calm, steady and waiting. Nathan drew in a long, shaky breath, forced his feet to move, and stepped inside. Noah shifted slightly to the side, giving him space, but Nathan still pressed himself against the opposite wall, his back flat, arms crossed tight over his chest like armor. The doors closed with a soft chime, sealing them in. He said a silent prayer in his head—please let someone else get on at the next floor, please don’t let this ride be just the two of them.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

Stop that. I just want to talk," I say and he laughs. "Make sure you punish them well for they have been very very naughty," Susan says to my ear and I am blushing scarlet. I know everyone could hear her and they are now just teasing me. They then leave a short while after. About what Susan said, I am not angry and could never be angry at my mates for making love and loving each other when I am not around. I call them my sinful mates because I know how sinful they can get whether I am there or not.

It is our enemies who will perish. Tonight, on this day we will spill the blood of the ones who have sinned. We will pass no judgment but the one of a Satan's death. We will be merciless as we punish. We are The Satan Snipers and tonight we will reap vengeance on those who wronged us. We stop just outside the old broken down warehouse. I line my bike slowing its speed.

Seraphine echoed smoothly as they turned to depart, the door clicking shut behind them with finality. I slumped against the cold floor, the weight of their words crushing what little spirit remained. The celebration's distant laughter mocked me through the walls, a stark contrast to the suffocating dread that now claimed every breath. In this world of wolves and ruthless alphas, I was nothing but a disposable pawn in their games of power and legacy. My wolf whimpered faintly within, echoing the despair that threatened to swallow me whole. There was no escape, no mercy—only the cold promise of dawn bringing whatever fate they deemed fit.

I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

"I am going to kill you." "I am waiting." Reuel raised his brows and leaned forward with his hands clasped on his knees. "Show us how you will kill us." Craig narrowed his eyes, his rage and hatred consuming him completely. He was not in his sane mind, and all he could think about was how his lavish life had been destroyed in seconds. And it was two men before him responsible for it. "Why?" That was all he could manage to say. He was devoid of his gun to take any action. Damn, the club rules and he was in the Sepehr empire where the Sepehr twins, Azael and Reuel, were the rulers.

Monica screamed so loudly Verity had to pull the phone away from her ear. Quentin’s mouth twitched slightly. Monica kept going without breathing. “THE INTERNET IS ON FIRE. Kingsley is apparently destroying things in LA, Judith disappeared from social media, and your father is refusing press calls! Oh my God, you actually did it. You actually married him!” Verity glanced up at Quentin. He was watching her quietly over the rim of his coffee cup, looking entirely too composed for a man currently destroying elite society headlines. “Yes,” Verity admitted softly.

I'm his for as long as he wants it so. We enter a large foyer, done in floor to ceiling marble. Two more guard stand at attention on either side of the door, and I bite my lower lip in fear and confusion. Nothing about this man feels safe, and yet the men selected for our church's pen pal program had been screened! Pastor John met with every single candidate and helped pair them with us. He should be safe! A first offender with no violent background and nothing to indicate he was anything but some guy who got caught trying not to pay his taxes. And yet I know that I'm in more trouble than I've ever been, that I've stepped into the devil's den without so much as a protest. In trying to be bra