Sinners Condemned Novels & Stories

There is so much more to be concerned about, yet I can't get that out of my head. "What are you looking at me like that for?" Cian questions as I turn back to him. With every pass of my gaze over him, it's making less and less sense why I'm here right now. "I just can't believe I'm here...In another realm, with a Sin," I breathe. The word Sin rolls of my tongue with more distain than I intended. Cian's dark brows furrow slightly as he turns that word over in his head. Being an Immortal Sin isn't usually associated with anything good.

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

She added. It was because of Hana. She called Hana a sinner. All is a sinner, I knew, for all have sinned and failed to live up to the virtuous of being humane – through mind, word, and deed. But being humane is not only pertinent to the people around you, it should also be to you. This convent made Hana a sinner, even though she was the least sinner of us all. And what made it worse was she was stricken and banished with her approval. With Mother Renata’s yes.

"In any case, we already represented capital sins, just as there have always been the ten commandments, which are the archangels who represent the heavenly Elite, and who today represent the most powerful group in heaven. The only heavenly beings who could really get into a fight with us and bring us a lot of problems. "And in the end... "I started saying, opening my eyes again. The world came into focus, and the stairs were already at their end, with only five steps left to reach what looked like an entrance lobby. "The lay-de-abo-face condemned you simply to prevent humans from being possessed by the sins you represented, when in fact everyone was already condemned from the moment Eve tast

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

As this swine of lads had made them continue to perform otherwise they have to demonstrate their duties and oath to the mother church. “These two swine were condemned in a different way to oppose the will of our saint, to defy the father of our faith,” announced Damian. “But they are merely frightened, afraid of the real world. Terrified of the war. They are still young, and back then, you all were overly enthusiastic, seeing threats that were not there. We’d just lost several comrades to the monsters, who’d corrupted their minds and charm, turning them against us.” Damian concluded. "But these two deserve brutal punishment rather than being a prisoner in the dungeon don't you think Elfar?"

The punishment for such a crime was death. Yet even then, Abel showed a mercy Klaus never deserved. Because Klaus had acted alone, his wife and son were spared execution. Still, they were stripped of their titles, their authority, their name within the pack. They would be driven out and exiled forever, carrying the weight of Klaus’s sins with them. If not for Abel’s restraint, they would have been wiped out entirely. As for Mr. Sinclair, his fate was sealed as well. Ten years in prison—for aiding in the plot to assassinate me. He hadn’t been the only one involved, but he had played his part, and justice found him all the same.

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.