Sinners Anonymous Novels & Stories

18+ | Mature Content Not every desire is meant to be confessed. Some begin with a glance. Some with a secret. Some with a single decision that can never be taken back. Behind closed doors, people become the versions of themselves they hide from the world. A forbidden attraction between two people who should never cross the line. A secret affair that starts as a game and slowly becomes an obsession. A dangerous man who discovers the one woman capable of making him want something other than power. A harmless crush that turns into something neither of them can resist. There are bosses and employees. Professors and students. Lovers, strangers, friends, enemies—and people who

Adam O'Connor sat in the back row of his Gamblers anonymous meeting, silently listening to the others recite the twelve steps to recovery. He could have recited them backward with his eyes closed. That's how many times he'd relapsed. But this time was different. Now Adam was being held to account by the prez and the henchman-two club members he couldn't afford to get on the wrong side of.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

The only reason she wore it was because she didn't want to make him sad because that could affect his race. Harrison stared at the pendant on her neck. "You know him?" Julian approached them as he eyed Harrison and then glanced at Angela who was already scrutinizing him with her arms crossed over her chest. "Recently I found out you guys secretly go on dangerous cruising at night," Her eyes narrowed as Julian glanced at Harrison who looked guilty. "I swear I didn't know she was a part of your club," Harrison tried to defend himself. "It's too late, you better take me with you guys next time otherwise I'll cause havoc for you," She threatened Julian who sighed, shaking his head.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c

After I shoved a crumpled fifty-dollar bill into his hand, I threw the door open, and zipped off toward the building, completely abandoning my balance. The stairs felt steeper than usual as I limped up them, my sore muscles protesting every step. When I reached our door, I braced myself for the usual darkness—the heavy silence of an apartment fueled by cheap beer and resentment. Instead, light spilled through the bottom crack. I pushed the door open. The small, dingy sitting room was brightly lit, and the sudden glare made me squint. But it wasn't the light that made my breath catch in my throat. It was the three heavily built men sitting on our sagging sofa.

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"

I was bent over the table with his hand pressing on my head. “I warned you once.” “I don't take threats to heart. I'm already locked away.” “You think bars are punishment, Ryan? Some men beg for walls when they finally meet me.” He whispered into my ears “I'll take my chances” I laughed. He shoved me to the ground and left. The prisoners seemed to turn their faces whenever he passed. And then the hall was clear, another inmate whispered to me, "We call him Striker for a reason, you don't want to mess with him.”

And I had myself – determined to overcome my addiction and start anew. As I settled into my room, I couldn't help but wonder what the next few weeks would bring. The rehab center, aptly named Serenity Oasis, was a sprawling facility nestled in a tranquil landscape. The counselor, Rachel, had explained that I'd be sharing a room with another patient, Sarah. Sarah, a petite woman in her mid-twenties, greeted me warmly. "Hey, April. Welcome to our humble abode." Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.