Sinners Anonymous Novels & Stories

I’m furіоuѕ at thе invasion оf privacy, аnd thаt еvеrуоnе here соuld have their own аnоnуmіtу blоwn. Wе hаvе mееtіngѕ in ѕесrеt fоr a rеаѕоn. People judge addicts and alcoholics. It’s оnе оf the rеаѕоnѕ mеmbеrѕ feel safe еnоugh to аttеnd these meetings. They’re not supposed to bе ѕubjесt tо any ѕurvеіllаnсе. Mу blооd bеgіnѕ tо boil.

If anyone was to understand him, he expected that 'one' to be his mother. "That word is wrong and sinful, the act itself is repulsive. How can you even call yourself that abominable word." "Why do you find it difficult to say the word GAY, mum?" "God forbid I say such distasteful word." "Distasteful?" Bile filled the back of Steven's throat as he stood there looking at his mother, the sour heat almost made him double over onto his knees to empty the contents of his stomach on the porcelain tiles. How he managed to keep from doing so was a miracle.

“Diane, please forgive me. Please… let’s start all over again and allow me to make up for everything. God knows I didn’t mean what happened, and if only I am sober that night, I would have never hurt you. I would have never ruined your life.” “Please listen to me. I was drugged by that time, and I didn’t even know how my friends got you. I commanded them to take you back to where they got you and not even lay a finger on you. I was a victim too, and God knows how much I already repented for that sin years ago.” “I went to the States after, yes… I must admit that I was a coward way back then. But I came back here to search for you because I owed you a sincere apology. For three years, I lived

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Chapter 27 Draven's pov We were seated in the six setter hall that looked like a studium for sports. Tapping our feets impatiently as we couldn't wait to slip past our shadows out and get the fuck out of this place immediately. No one was present in the hall which was thankful enough for them to respect our personality and status we held because any meetings held my the Council Members of the Universe was meant for all kinds of eyes to witness, young or old, beautiful or ugly, fat or small, genres of all kinds because they oversee all the different parts of territories. It was established for ages by our forefathers who thought it was essential to have a general law binding all kinds of spec

I whispered into the darkness of the room, the words a silent vow I would renew every single morning for the rest of my life. ​I wasn't a good man. I was under no illusions about my soul. The things I had done in London, the blood I had spilled on that white quartz floor, the lives I had systematically ruined to build this sanctuary—they were sins that would follow me to the grave and beyond. I was a man of shadows, a creature of the very world I had just destroyed. But as I held the woman who had learned to bite back, the woman who had looked into the abyss and told it to blink, I knew with a chilling certainty that I would do it all again.

“What are you doing?” “There's a sign on the door,” I said, waving him off. “I'll be right back.” Elijah made a frustrated noise but fell back slightly as I approached the door to the community center. I took a deep breath and stepped close enough to read the paper. “Gamblers Anon Meeting- Room 103 All are welcome.” I had to laugh at myself. I was worried over nothing. He wasn't being strange or leaving me out of his life. He was making sure that he didn't gamble. That he stayed true to himself. If anything, I should be proud of him.

There was no point; I won't turn back. *** The girls were still playing dress-up when I got back, so I threw myself into something else I'd been neglecting these past few weeks. ANONYMOUS is my safe space. A group of men and women who don't know each other beyond the keyboard but share basically the same drive to eliminate the dregs of society from whichever corner they're hiding out in.

I asked. “We were hired anonymously to target those men, we didn’t have any hidden agenda.” He cried out. They were brothers, surely it hurt him seeing his brother like that. “Who?” “We don’t know! We take assassination jobs on the side. We don’t get to know who hired us.” He pleaded. “And what do the scorpions have to do with this?” I demanded.