Sinners 2025 Novels & Stories

"I knew you were innocent, but I discovered you're innocent even with a guy you just met. Strangers are dangerous, unpredictable." I frowned, disagreeing with what Sean said about Jonas. "My friend is not like that. Didn't you hear my story earlier, Sean? He's very nice." "Good on the first meeting doesn't mean it's going to be good on the next," Sean answered immediately. "I'm grateful that you made it to my office safely, but what if the guy you met was a bad guy? I don't want bad things to happen to you, Bella. "

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

I realized that the danger surrounding this man was exactly what I needed to burn down the life that had become my prison. The realization felt like a dark awakening deep within my bones. I took a steadying breath, the scent of the expensive liquor and the cold metallic tang of the underground filling my senses as I prepared to offer up the only thing I had left that was worth his time. “You won’t call him because Simon Luxe is a dead man who just doesn't know it yet,” I swallowed. Taking a deep breath, I added. “And I am the only person in Solaria who can hand you the keys to his kingdom without firing a single shot.”

12, 2015) Mother: Jasmine M. Smith: Jan 13, 1958, (Alive) Father: Raymond M. Bennett: July 13, 1952, (Alive) Siblings: Ryan C. Miller: Oct.24, 2001 (Alive, Single) Aiden K. Miller: Sep. 27, 2004 (Alive, Single) Social Circle: Introvert. Friends: 23 (Mainly At University) Close Friends: 2 (Andrea Roman, Rory Jameson)

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

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.

“Diane, please forgive me. Please… let’s start all over again and allow me to make up for everything. God knows I didn’t mean what happened, and if only I am sober that night, I would have never hurt you. I would have never ruined your life.” “Please listen to me. I was drugged by that time, and I didn’t even know how my friends got you. I commanded them to take you back to where they got you and not even lay a finger on you. I was a victim too, and God knows how much I already repented for that sin years ago.” “I went to the States after, yes… I must admit that I was a coward way back then. But I came back here to search for you because I owed you a sincere apology. For three years, I lived

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

"They drugged our foods didn't they?" "They did and if you had gone any farther than that door, you would have seen the Red doors that they kept sinners locked in and also where they murder them." "Jesus Christ!" Jamie cried out. "Are you saying that my friends are locked up there and awaiting death?" "Yes...please go." He pleaded. "And what do you mean by 'Sinners' you keep calling us that." "There are laws in Sincity and if you don't abide by them, you are a sinner and the penalty is death."