Sinners Anonymous Book Novels & Stories

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

~MAYA~ Julian slowly lowered the pistol, the red laser sight sliding down my chest before disappearing against the marble floor. But his face didn't soften. The unreadable, stony mask of the Kingpin remained perfectly intact. "Room 404 was dark, Maya," Julian murmured, his voice dropping into a register so chillingly flat it made the blood in my veins completely freeze. "A good businessman always secures his target... but a smart businessman knows when an asset has been corrupted beyond repair. You broke my locks. You accessed my ledger. You proved you are a Lin through and through."

Then Liam set his beer down and clapped his big hands once. “Alright, enough fucking around. Time for The Temptation Trials. Spinner in the middle, three decks—Icebreaker, Touch & Tease, No Limits. Starts light, gets nasty. You in, Ethan?” I nodded, my throat dry. “Yeah.” We sat in a loose circle, me right on Liam’s left like he’d made sure of it. The first few spins were Round 1, Icebreaker stuff, light but already pushing. Spinner landed on Ryan first. He drew and read out loud, grinning.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

Verity didn’t sleep all through. She sat on the edge of the bed in the empty Central Park West penthouse until four in the morning, staring at the photo on her phone. Kingsley and Judith. Naked. Tangled together in the very sheets she had chosen herself. The image burned behind her eyelids every time she blinked.

Mia slumped solo hours, body twitching edges, loads sloshing sealed, pump-clit throbbing fist-begging. Dawn janitor found her unchained limp, hosed to mirror-gaze: glazed urinal trophy, welts mapping use, swollen holes plugged trophy. He smirked, adding piss-stream finale before release. Mia crawled gym floor, remote pings heralding next chain, addiction sealed eternal alpha's oiled locker legend, forever bench-pressed slut. legend, forever bench-pressed slut. Word spread underground gym's secret chain station viral in locker whispers, Mia's initiations drawing alphas statewide, crews tripling to thirty-strong marathons.

What sin had I committed? ***

They wanted the trash out of the establishment—me. I stood, tucking the strap of my purse over my shoulder, only to have the thin leather snap. Suddenly everything I had in my bag was scattered over the tiles. There were tampons, lip gloss, my phone, some lotion, gum, and my twelve-step book. The waitress grabbed the book and looked at me again with a hint of pity. I thanked her and tucked the bag under my arm with my possessions shoved back inside. The voices had already started up. ‘Just one hit, it won’t hurt anything. You will fell so much better. All of this will go away. Do it, Shay, we need it.’

September Los Angeles, America *...sin, the world is so sinful. Be careful of whom you associate with, for the devil lives among us…* Please, God, just let it end soon. The prayer flitted through my mind. There and gone so quickly I couldn't quite grab hold to it. It was too hard to sit in a pew and listen while father Reed went on with his sermon. Too hard to listen to sister Ellen, play the piano I had once played. To hard, and I'd been too weak, too sad, too destroyed by the dreams I'd always had. Too overwhelmed by my guilt and my inability to forgive God for letting me see this dreams, and myself.