Sinners Condemned Novels & Stories

"They drugged our foods didn't they?" "They did and if you had gone any farther than that door, you would have seen the Red doors that they kept sinners locked in and also where they murder them." "Jesus Christ!" Jamie cried out. "Are you saying that my friends are locked up there and awaiting death?" "Yes...please go." He pleaded. "And what do you mean by 'Sinners' you keep calling us that." "There are laws in Sincity and if you don't abide by them, you are a sinner and the penalty is death."

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

"I don't know which of those is sitting heavier." "Both are real," I said. "Yes." He looked at the passing lights. "He's a good man who made a terrible choice and spent twenty years being a good man with that choice inside him." He pressed his thumb against his knee. "I don't know what to do with that." "You don't have to do anything with it tonight," I said. He looked at me. "You're telling me what I told you ten minutes ago." "Yes." I held his gaze evenly. "Take your own advice."

"All of you will be promoted by one level and perform well to reduce your crime. What do you think?" Everyone was stunned on the spot, and no one could figure out what was going on. After all, Samuel was still interrogating them a second ago, and they always felt that they would die. But who could have thought that in the blink of an eye, the plot had such a reverse? Not only did they not die, but they would be promoted a level? "Master Hannigan, you... you didn't fool us, did you?" "We are all sinners. It's good enough not to be executed. How can we..."

**🥀** 🥀 BRUNO'S POV 🥀 I tried to run, from the fact that the devil was my father, but it seemed there was nowhere to run to. Somehow, I find myself being dragged back to hell. There was a loud cry of people who believed and fell for the devil's deceit. Their crazy cry filled my ears… they are called — the sinners. Those who turn away from good and decided to do bad because that bad seemed right in their eyes. Since everyone is doing a certain thing, it seemed to be normal and that's why they ended up in hell.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

He's sweating bullets. I almost vomited because of the slap. What he said reached the point of assassination. They are already exaggerating. "But, your sins cannot be pardoned even though you did it for—" "Why can't you?" Elijah suddenly asked the judge and he faced it. All of a sudden, the judge was especially nervous and two identical faces were now looking at him. Nobody wants to be stared at with a couple of cold faces in this situation. "Y-your majesty, Miss Condor is a commoner...even though it is for the sake of the prince—"

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

"Is that what you call it?" He pointed a trembling finger toward the glass window behind me. "Look at them. Look at what your ambition did to them!" A wave of nausea washed over me as I slowly turned my head. Through the clear glass, my squad sat scattered across the bullpen. Miller was slouched in his chair, a thick fiberglass cast wrapping entirely around his right arm and neck. Santos had a black eye so swollen it looked almost black, his chest tightly bandaged under his shirt from three cracked ribs. Two other officers sat slumped at their desks, nursing dark, hideous contusions, their faces pale with pain.

It was the crushing weight of pure betrayal. I pressed the serviette to my eyes, the linen scratching against my raw skin as a fresh wave of silent tears escaped. I had always known Kelvin hated me. For eighteen miserable years, he had made it his personal mission to ensure I knew I was nothing but a burden, an unwanted remnant of my mother’s past. But this? To willingly walk into a bank, to put a price tag on my head, and to sell me off like a piece of livestock just to erase his own pathetic mistakes? It was a level of cruelty that left me completely hollowed out.