Sinners Anonymous Novels & Stories

Make sure you punish them well for they have been very very naughty," Susan says to my ear and I am blushing scarlet. I know everyone could hear her and they are now just teasing me. They then leave a short while after. About what Susan said, I am not angry and could never be angry at my mates for making love and loving each other when I am not around. I call them my sinful mates because I know how sinful they can get whether I am there or not. It is their way of showing their love for each other and the only way they can find comfort from each other especially when I am not around. After everyone leaves, there is this awkward atmosphere between us because they don't know what to say or wher

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

The father of sins. I was a bloody shivering mess, my mind refused to work properly and I was seeing black all the while. I started to trip on my feet but before I could fall, Luciano caught me. I didn’t know what to say, I was left numb. Like no soul remained in me. A tear of pain cascaded without my permission. “What did I do,” I muffled, I knew Luciano was looking at me and asking if I was right but I was too distracted to deal with him. He was the reason who made me hate my body. How could I let him do this to me? I didn’t. I wasn’t me last night. I wasn’t the Jennifer I had been all my life. And it’s all because…

She smirked lightly, "Demons are cocky bastards and being so full of themselves. That is always their downfall." "Humans are just as bad, ya know." He said as he nodded to a couple of customers that were tucked off in a booth against the far wall. "Danny over there just got out of rehab for his meth addiction, but he bounced right back into it not so long after." He glanced to the clock on the wall just above the door. "Any second now."

It seemed this man participated in the same business as Valente, she wondered if he also practiced human trafficking but didn't give it much thought as a girl walked through the doors. Mariana stared at her, beautiful blonde hair and blue hazel eyes. Some how she found herself feeling ugly and wanting to hide in shame due to this girl's beauty. "You can call me Stephanie, sister to the three stupid Di Martinos" . Mariana's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a bit as she froze. "Where is Marco Di Martino, um I mean the idiot your staying with?" Fuck she was staying with Gaetano's right hand man, her palms had started to sweat in fear and nervousness as she wiped them on the cloth sh

“Stay for that first session, Sophia. The confessional booth is open. Let’s begin with a proper confession so I can guide you right.” My heart hammered as I followed him to the dimly lit booth. I knelt on the worn cushion, the wooden screen between us carved with tiny crosses. The air felt thicker in here, warmer. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I started, voice quiet. “It’s been two weeks since my last confession. I… I was vain about how I looked in my choir robe last Sunday. I liked when people complimented me.” His voice came through the screen, low and commanding.

The risk of getting caught only made us hornier. We became addicted. My grades barely mattered anymore. Brian’s scholarship hung by a thread, but the thrill of being used kept us coming back. Garvin was relentless. He called for morning quickies, late-night motel runs on the floor, even once in his car in the campus parking lot where he made Brian fuck me in the backseat while he watched and stroked himself.

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

I backed away, hugging myself, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Kyle…” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Don’t let them take me.” The door burst open with a crack, and I jumped. My parents stormed in, their faces were red with rage. Behind them were Kyle’s parents; their eyes were cold. And then the others: men and women in black robes, collars glinting, rosaries hanging. A group I never expected. Bishop Callahan. Mother Superior. Monsignor Rivera. And two other priests whose faces I knew from years of services. A holy firing squad.