Sinners Anonymous Book Novels & Stories

(Lila's pov) The steam filled the bathroom thick and heavy as I stepped under the scorching spray. Mom was supposedly out running errands for most of the day, so I allowed myself to relax completely. I lathered my full breasts slowly, pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples while my mind replayed all the filthy things Daddy had done to me. My hand drifted lower between my thighs when the door suddenly opened. Mark stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his powerful chest and arms.

“Nice to meet you, Nicholas.” It wasn’t. It was devastating. --- AFTER I didn’t drink the coffee. I left it untouched on the table as I walked out. Back into the shadows. Back into the war. They had taken him from me once. They had failed. This time, I wouldn’t just take Rafe back. I would make the truth bleed. And when Rafe remembered who he was— Who we were— The world would burn quietly around us. Because love didn’t erase blood. And sins like ours never stayed buried.

Francesco My hands trembled as I placed them on The Black Book. This isn't going to be easy. But I have to do it. I sucked in a sharp breath and flipped open the cover. Deadly Sins. Wild Secrets. Mafia Rules. Do You Dare To Enter? A chill ran down my spine. What the hell does that mean? I swallowed hard and turned the first page. Nothing. A frown creased my forehead. I flipped to the next. Still nothing.

Only regarding me like I was some insect on his shirt he wanted to get rid of. “If I’m going to be punished for something, at least let me know what it is. Please…” The hardness in his eyes softened for the quarter of a second before his walls came back up. “You not remembering makes it even worse.” He pulled out a bottle of liquor from the paperbag. Why was everyone drinking? It didn’t also help that everytime I saw alcohol my mind immediately went to my sister. “I have something else to ask,” I said in a small voice, watching him drink without the sour face I usually made.

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”

You need to understand. Sometimes our life turn into something, when we are not able to know someone, they might have a dark side , yet they manipulated us with their sweet words , it's just like a sweet knife. But at last they will surely stab you from back, Jayden character is similar to this. That's the main point. This book name is "sinful". Hope you understand. I don't have any words now. Maybe I sound too harsh but still it's already on disclaimer. If you don't like this, don't read this. It's someone's hard work. Still I blame myself, maybe there was something I couldn't show, I couldn't explain.

What only mattered for them was money and sinful desires. Now it seemed this world was not ready to have someone like me. I guess I landed in the wrong place, among selfish people. I did realise probably by now that I was weeping, my back vibrated and I hiccuped the moment I felt a hand rubbing my back. I instantly stormed in that direction only to get two upwards hands telling me it’s okay.

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.