Sinners Anonymous Book Novels & Stories

So, so wrong. The screen flickered before me, revealing sins so dark they made the usual crimes, drugs, arms dealing, trafficking, money laundering look almost ordinary. Those were the visible sins, the kind the world already whispered about. But what I found inside the Black Book was something else entirely. The kind of secrets that should never have been recorded, or even committed. One file showed a member of the Order in a dimly lit room, his hand tangled with the trembling fingers of a much younger girl. The caption beneath the footage bore her last name, one that matched another prominent member of the Order.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

While Zed could do many wonderful things with his bare hands, Kim mobilized many paid staff to do simple things for him. The door buzzed right away. Kim opened the door, and the same attendant stood in between the door frame. Kim ushered him in to clean up and bring the dishes out. Once the attendant left, Kim picked up his sling bag and put it on his lap. I watched him as he opened it and saw him pulling out a book. It had a glossy cream cover with embossed letters on its surface. I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly.

Which turned my life for worse. I became addicted to those pills so much I couldn't sleep without them. Otherwise my whole body trembled furiously with need for those pills.The drug caused me to hallucinate about my greatest fear. It started showing me those things from which I had been running my entire life. It made me believe they were real and forced me to take my life more than once but somehow I couldn't take my life. Anna was the first first one who noticed the changes in my behavior. She was suspicious about my every move and mood. She somehow found out about those pills and forced me to admit the truth. In frustration and anger I admitted everything.

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ARC 2 : BLIND DEVOTION TRIGGER WARNING: This arc contains explicit sexual themes, anonymous encounters, and morally transgressive situations. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint. ----- My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat as I slipped down the stairs into the basement of the old campus theater. The place had been shut down for years, but everyone whispered about the hole. The glory hole. I’d heard the stories in the dorm bathroom late at night : how girls would go down there alone, get on their knees, and let some random guy on the other side of the wall fuck their mouth or pussy until the

You are allowed to feel deeply without having everything figured out. Welcome to the world of Irresistible Sin. I hope you find something honest here. I hope you find something human. And most of all, I hope you feel welcome. With gratitude, Anne Author

For declaration. Her dagger sat beside a leather-bound ledger. Empty pages stared back like promises waiting to be carved. She dipped the pen. At the top of the first page, she wrote the title in Latin: LIBER CINERUM. The Book of Ashes. Her commandments would be etched here. Not rules. Not omertà. Commandments. The old mafia code — silence, tradition, obedience — had died the night she carved Santino Albero’s throat like a hymn. This was her gospel now. Built on blood and flames.

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.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.