Sinners Anonymous Book Novels & Stories

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

It suddenly felt like even breathing had become a mistake. My fingers tightened slightly around my bag as I tried to settle my eyes in a particular angle. Then suddenly, the man leaned forward just slightly. He pressed his cigarette into the ashtray to put it out, took a slow sip of wine, and then said to me, “Come closer.” I hesitated for a while. But then, images of April suddenly flashed in my mind again—weak, fragile, fighting for life in a hospital bed that was slowly draining what little time I had left.

As I continue reading, I'm eager to explore the awakening of my thoughts, feelings, and individual identity through the lens of this captivating text. I read all day and realized the light was dwindling as I closed the book. An odd sound caught my attention. I looked around the room and realized it was coming from the desk drawer. I slid it open and was shocked to see the brightly lit face of a phone. Cell phones were strictly prohibited only because of the negativity. But I don't believe anyone in the sect would want such a connection with the modern world for the same reasons. It primarily wouldn't affect us anyhow. I picked it up to read the words on the front.

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

“And yet, this ass just made you cum… again.” The truth of his words hit me like a punch to the gut, igniting a firestorm of humiliation and fury within me. How dare he? I wanted to scream, to hurl insults laced with venom at him, but my voice caught in my throat, rendered useless by the weight of the moment. Then, without warning, he reached for a handkerchief, and my humiliation deepened as he used it to gently wipe my pussy. ... Check out my f@ceb00k group: Author Brey Mitchylle- with cat profile pic.

His voice was a gentle lullaby. "I'm so sorry," she said, kissing his neck as he swallowed thickly. "I... I want to mark you, Luca, but I'm scared. I don't want to get hurt again," She whispered as tears streamed down her cheeks freely. "But my selfishness is hurting you," She chewed on her bottom lip. "It's not like that. Don't blame yourself. I could forever wait for you, Angel. You're my sinless, addictive conquest." He said, kissing her cheek as she pulled back to look at him.

Or were they both simply predators waiting for their turn? The book slipped from her lap, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Quinn didn't bother to pick it up. She leaned her head back against the chair and stared at the ceiling, her legs subconsciously parting while her thought got farther away. The modern, sharp lines of the architecture seemed to close in on her. She was in the heart of a mafia empire, surrounded by men who were crafted like gods and acted like devils.

He didn’t even know it was me as I guided him gently through the crowd. Our bodies were so close together with his arm heavy on my shoulders. It was as if he couldn’t quite steady himself. That led me to suspect that there might be drugs running around in his system. It was a common occurrence here, spiking the drinks of unsuspecting men. He had fallen victim. Better to be a victim with me than with a stranger he knew nothing about. A smirk curved my lips. I liked this side of him, harsher, more desperate, but not in any way weak.

“Are you going to punish me? Tell the Mother Superior? Or…” “No one else is involved,” he cut in quietly. “This stays between us and God. But penance is still required, Ciara. Real penance. Not just words in a booth.” He pointed at the open book on the table. The pages were handwritten in neat, careful script. The title at the top of the visible page read *Repentance for the Sin of Lust*. “Kneel,” he ordered. My knees folded before my brain even caught up. The stone floor was cold through my thin dress. I knelt right in front of the table, the book inches from my face. The candle flames flickered across the words.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.