Novel & Cerita Sinners Anonymous

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

“Your Nan is planning a surprise party and we’re early. Let’s go get you a beer and in a better mood.” Sinner’s Shack, or simply The Shack, was bought by the Devil’s Saints MC the year before his daughter was born. The unfinished hotel lost its funding when the highway expansion fell through. At the time, the club was growing and heavy in the gun and drug trade. Four years ago, Sinner and the majority of his family, along with other members and their families were gunned down by the Brotherhood.

I frown, not realising they took anyone else, considering this underground facility is purely for monitoring those with magical injuries, not anything else that’s typically mortal. "Who's in there?" I ask nervously. "It's a very strange case. One day, Cian, the pure-blood Sin just walked straight in here and admitted himself. He's never requested to leave since,” she tells me simply, pushing off the wall to motion for me to follow her. I hesitate, looking back down the hallway, suddenly unsure of whether I want to see and know more, or if I want to flee from here.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

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

My hand comes up instinctively, steadying her before she can stumble back into me. “Whoa!” I frown, seeing the ghastly look on her face “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t answer. She just steps back, pressing herself behind the door like she is trying to disappear. That’s when I look past her and see them. It’s Miles, Sabrina, Nick and Sophie, on a double date no doubt. They are loud and comfortably taking up the space like they own it, just like they do at school. I haven’t worked here long so I’m not sure they are regulars, but I definitely wish they weren’t here to begin with. And I don’t think I’m the only one.

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

The air hung thick with the stench of stale cigarettes and cheap alcohol. The guards followed close behind as we entered the elevator. One of them punched in a code – the underground floor. The elevator descended with a slow, groaning sigh, each floor a step closer to the heart of my vengeance. The air grew colder, damper, thick with the metallic tang of blood – a phantom scent, a memory etched into my senses. When the doors hissed open, the scene before me was bathed in the harsh glare of unforgiving fluorescent lights. The warehouse's underground level was a vast, echoing space. Rough-hewn concrete walls bore the scars of countless forgotten battles, the graffiti a silent proof of the viol

I instantly regret blurting those words as Sinclair laughs at me, looking down at his body, and my eyes follow that movement. He's in nothing but grey sweatpants that hang low on his hips, revealing his vline, and his chest is naked; giving me the perfect view of his stoned muscled inked body. God, why will I say that? "Thank you, Little Greene. Come on in, you look awkward with just standing over there. " I hum, unable to form any more words- afraid I'll embarrass myself- as I step through the door, with Sinclair closing the door behind me.

Cool isn't it? Eric continued, he felt his life was always empty, meaningless. Waking up, lazy to shower, taking drugs, getting drunk, and sleeping again. So continuously like the devil's wheel. He and his friend then realized that what they were doing was not only destroying themselves but also damaging relationships with other people. From there, they both repented and entered rehabilitation. “Perhaps for many former drug addicts, they prefer to remain anonymous. If I do that, it's tantamount to me being selfish. I want to save the nation's children to atone for the mistakes I have made," said Eric at the time.