Sinners Condemned Novels & Stories

The flat of the belt stung sharply, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make her jolt forward against the display case. Heat bloomed across her skin. Another slap, then another, across her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, the sensitive underside where ass met thigh. Each strike made her gasp and moan. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing every time the leather connected. “Look at you,” Grayson said, his voice velvet-smooth and cruel. “The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.”

Reed was finding out. She thought about his face when he heard the ruling. The way it would move through him — shock first, then the specific kind of anger that lives on top of shame. She did not feel satisfaction about that. She felt something quieter and stranger. Something almost like sorrow for the man he could have been, arriving too late and too clear. She gathered her things. She walked out of the courtroom and into the hallway and down to the lobby and through the glass doors and into the October light.

“He doesn’t even remember what happened back then. Does that bother you?” “I…I guess it does. A bit.” “Why?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to turn this into a therapy session?” My tone was light, desperately wanting to change the topic. But there was no bullshitting Dante. “It bothers you my dear friend because you know deep down that your revenge means nothing if the poor boy does not even know the sins he’s atoning for. And when you really look at it, Beneditti is the one you should be punishing.” “I am punishing him,” I gritted out.

” Everyone agreed and decided to forget the past and start a completely new future together. A few weeks later it was Fabian's court date and Rose was the opposition lawyer and Arthur was the defence lawyer. She fought extremely hard to get him the worst punishment possible. He was sentenced to 10 years in prison and a hefty fine at the end of his trial. The joy of the two families knew no bounds when they saw the man who had cheated them get dragged away in handcuffs.

"The council will convene, and you will have a chance to answer for your actions. But make no mistake – if you are found guilty, you will face exile. You will be cast out, stripped of your place among us, and left to fend for yourself in the unforgiving wilds." A hush fell over the gathered wolves, the weight of my proclamation settling heavily upon them. Exile was not a punishment to be taken lightly – it meant severing all ties, becoming a lone wolf in the truest sense. Sin, however, seemed utterly unfazed. If anything, a glimmer of dark amusement flickered in her eyes as she regarded me. "Is that all?" she taunted. "A trial, and the possibility of exile? How... merciful of you, Garrick."

I hadn't thought of that, it would mark her as a witch for sure her tattoos although sexy had already condemned her. “It can’t get much worse for her. You technically are Satan.” I shared seeing as in the bible Satan ran hell. “What do you mean?” Sin asked, his anger flaring. “I mean, when they searched both her and Abigail for witch marks, they saw her tattoos and they have already sentenced her and her mother to death.” Sin nodded, visibly angry, but did not respond. “You have nothing to say?” “Not to you.” He replied as he turned and left the throne room.

“I can't even imagine you puffing on a joint in my presence. That'll be a complete turn-off for me, for real.” Candice furrowed her eyebrows. “Like, seriously? But you drank alcohol some minutes ago. What makes you different from a smoker?” “There's a big difference, dear. Trust me.” “I don't think so.” Candice disagreed sharply. “Smoking, drinking, prostitution, fornication, adultery and so on are all categorized under sin. No sin is bigger than the other. So, in a nutshell, we are all going to hell, fam.” Yomi instantly gave her an icy glare. “Take that back immediately. Nobody among us is going to hell, by God's grace.”

The writer of this story of faith is the man who raped Mary Hotwood and cut her stomach into two parts. Paul Okeke closed the book and dropped it on the table. "Those men are heartless. They are murderers who deserves a special place in hell. A well adorned throne with a lot of demons circling around," he said. He was breathing hard as if he was a victim in the story he had just read. "God gives mercy to all sinners who come with clean hearts and a repented mind but I assure you that those men were punished," James said.

No one from the unlit pyre is responding to the command of the priest. “Sinners, our God up above will accept you for whoever you are and whatever you did in the past, so before you face your tragic death, apologize for your wrongdoings, and just humble yourselves before Him!” the priest is saying his final prayers to the prisoners. Elizabeth let out a loud and sarcastic laugh, and recited some Bible passages.

He noticed me looking, and also seemed to notice that he still needed to answer me. "The condemned humans are buried up to the neck in these sands," he said, and I moved to look below my feet. In addition to the sand that accumulated under each toenail of my fingers, there didn't seem to be any human head. "It is where the sinners of the sin of Heresy find punishment. Don't keep looking, you couldn't see them even if you wanted to, they can only be seen by supernatural eyes; eyes of this world. But if you feel the sand moving by itself, you'll probably be stepping on one of them.”