Sinners Anonymous の小説・ストーリー

"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,"

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.” “Striker?” I questioned. “Yes.” Another inmate answered. “ I doubt you'll want him having a close eye on you. Nothing gets by without him.” Another mutters. “And I doubt it's already too late for that advice.” “Why?” I questioned immediately. “He only passes his warning once and you just got a second warning.” He coldly addressed me. Their words sent chills down my spine, for the first time in a long time silence became my friend. The jokes didn't feel safe in my mouth any longer.

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.

She sighed and observed them. 'Where are you guys? We are coming.' I heard Vanessa in my mind. They can't just walk here! 'The 12 sinners are here, be careful. Some of them can see you even if they are not looking, keep hiding. We are inside the abandoned building, and we are now witnessing them glow.' 'Copy that.' Steel said. "They are coming here," I said to Ivory. She looked at me and smiled a bit. I can't help but to smile too, I rarely see her doing that and it was so nice to witness.

Women begged to be with him. But that woman from the party said no. He took out his phone and looked at the number she gave him. A dangerous smile came on his face. “Serena Yale,” he said quietly. “You do not know what you started.” The next morning, Serena woke up in her nice apartment. Sunlight came through the windows onto her soft bed. She was naked under the sheets. She stretched her body. Her big breasts moved as she did. Her nipples got hard in the cool air.

I crawled through it on my hands and knees with my heart beating so fast against my ribs and emerged three blocks from the mansion into the cool night air alongside the distant traffic… I got up with dirt on my knees and red lipstick on my mouth. Then I hail a cab and go find it. ~ ~ ~ ~ Sinners and Saints is darker than I expected and louder, everyone wears masks and the anonymity is the most intoxicating thing I have ever felt in my life. “Basically I'm no one here, great.!!”

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.