Sinners Condemned Novels & Stories

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

“We need you. Now.” I froze. Alessia stopped moving beneath me, her breath had become faster. I rested my forehead against hers, my eyes closed in disappointment. “This isn’t over,” I murmured. Her lips curved, just barely. “I know.” I pulled away, every step toward the door felt like I was moving away from something important. I opened it to find Luca standing rigid, he had a blank, unreadable expression on his face. “What is it?” I asked. He lowered his voice. “The man we captured that night. He was killed a few minutes ago, right under our watch.”

she quietly asked. Tony smirked. “Honestly? It’s kinda personal,” he paused and sighed, feigning indecision. Scratching his chin. “..But I’ll tell you,” he grinned. “...It’s my brand.” He looked around then back at the woman. “My sin.” he finally revealed. “It’s my way to atone forgiveness to the people that this goddamn surname victimized.” Tony whispered. “If they traced me back to my surname and decided to kill me, then I’ll let them. After all, they’re only delivering me my sentence.” he continued.

A sigh dragged out of me, heavy, bitter. “I thought I have been saved,” I murmured, opening my eyes again, though I kept them fixed on the altar instead of him. My lips curled into something almost like a smile, but it wasn’t joy. It was resignation. “Why must I die?” His voice didn’t falter. “The wages of sin is death. No sinner can go unpunished. Even after repenting, you can’t escape the repercussions of what you’ve done in the past. But rejoice, there’s a seat waiting for you beside our supreme God.”

Dad yelled. “Sinners?” the devil scoffed. “You could be right. They are sinners, just like you and me, just like everyone here. All of you still haven’t changed. You still label others as demons after hunting and murdering each other in the name of your greed while still referring to yourselves as some sort of defenders of justice. Those who are stronger than you, those you fail to manipulate, will always be demons and sinners in your eyes. Then and now, your shamelessness knows no bounds.” He clapped and smiled. “I am very impressed, Titus.” I was very impressed, too.

“I’m taking you to your home. I need your address.” I laughed—loud, hysterical, broken. “There’s no home.” I shook my head, the words spilling out messy and raw. “The only things waiting for me there are boredom and loneliness. They’re sitting in the darkest corners of that place, and I don’t want to talk to them.” Something in his expression shifted. Softened for half a second, like he actually understood. He exhaled through his nose. “Then let me take you to mine.” Quiet. Final. “You need to rest.”

Wrapped in Damian’s arms, Lydia whispered, “What happens when she arrives?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at the ceiling like he already knew the answer—and it terrified him. Finally, he said: “She won’t come for me. She’ll come for you. Because you’re the only one who’s ever broken all ten commandments.” Lydia sat up. “And what does that make me?” Damian’s voice was a whisper of sin. “The final sin.” In the quiet, a soft knock echoes through the penthouse. Damian freezes.

Belmont's face. "Please, forgive me, Sinora for the sin I committed against you. " His words came out as a cry. The pounding of her heart became evident to her, a crease formed in her forehead. "What are you talking about, Mr. Lucien? You've never done anything to me before." She asked. His eyes regarded her with sorrow, because she couldn't understand the magnitude of what he was talking about even if she tried. "Forgive my family for all the sins we've committed against you. No human being deserves to be treated the way you have been." Tears lingered in her eyes.

The crowd murmured in agreement. My life was crashing right in front of me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I thought about defending myself, but they wouldn’t believe me. There was no point in trying again. They already accepted that I was a murderer. “She will be thrown into the dungeon to pay for her sins.” Cheers erupted from the crowd as he announced my punishment. “We will all gather some other time to give Ethan a befitting funeral.” After Conrad was done talking, he walked over to me. “Before they take you, I just have one question.” He said, narrowing his eyes on me. “Why did you do it?”

“Hate the sin and wipe the existence of sinners is what Connor believed in, and I believed him.” Sebastian kept staring at him. “Do you feel pain, Sebastian? Can you empathize with the suffering of the innocent families that your own family devastated?” Alex’s fist slammed into Sebastian’s face, making him lose his grip. The guards quickly pulled Alex back, their firm grip holding him while Stefan pointed a gun directly at him. “You all should meet a painful end! I have no qualms about being involved in your destruction. You all well deserved Connor’s wrath!” The metallic click of a gun being cocked echoed through the air as Sebastian aimed it at him. His face flushed with anger. The urge to