Sinners Consumed Novels & Stories

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years. Nevertheless, when Zach was finally released ten years later, my daughter was already in grade school. He tried to find us, but we had moved out, and the city where we used to live had also changed drastically. With his parents gone too, he didn't even have a place to stay. He ended up fighting for turf with some homeless bums under a bridge, who eventually mobbed him and beat him to death, while his rotting corpse was only found after putrefaction. As it happened in some quiet far flung corner, there were no cameras, and the perpetrators were never found.

Hearing this, all of the men immediately sank to their knees and shook their heads. “No, no, sir, please, not the punishment room.” One of them stated. “We will do anything, we will even cut off our fingers as compensation. Please, don’t send us to that psychopath. We are begging you.” They pleaded. “We promise we will find her. We promise. Give us one more chance, I am begging you.” Another one of man pleaded. Dante looked at them with a look of pure disgust. “Your incompetence made me lose one of the most important women of my life…” He started as he walked closer toward them and pulled out a small blade from his pocket and handed it over to them.

She chuckled loudly and she laughed so hard that she began to tear up. Finally, she stopped laughing and her once smiley face turned cold. It was so cold that it could make a hot plate of food cold. She vented her anger on the pictures she was holding by squeezing them. With a determined and unwavering look on her face, she said, “Dear Sinners, be ready for your judgement. Carla is back and the time of your reckoning has come!”. She burst into uncontrollable laughter, which echoed in the room.

He says and I shrug, not really knowing what to expect from the weird-looking drink I have on my hand. “Not really, but I wasn’t expecting it to taste like my fucking cum,” I say, putting the glass down on the table in front of me, and Connor laughs loudly. Connor barely comes here, he’s left the everyday running to me. As long as the money keeps coming into his bank account, he doesn’t really care how I run things. When he comes in is to use our Sinners area and I have to say the fucker really enjoys using it.

“What?” “This load. The emotional baggage,” she explained. “This need for revenge. You see each other almost every day. You call him Papa. Pretend to love him when what you really want is to kill him. Doesn’t it hurt?” Maksim shrugged, a hand going over one of her boobs to stroke her nipple. Those questions weren’t ones that had occurred to him. He wouldn’t give them any thought. “We are not good people, Cam. I’m not a good person, and I won’t pretend to be. I owe this truth to you. Sinners Men aren’t good people. Grand sinners do bad things.”

Mark faded faster in his bed, the mask slipping as the past clawed toward the light. I remained trapped, my screams echoing unanswered through walls that refused to release what they had taken. The original sin had not died. It had simply learned to wait for those brave enough to listen.

Seraphine echoed smoothly as they turned to depart, the door clicking shut behind them with finality. I slumped against the cold floor, the weight of their words crushing what little spirit remained. The celebration's distant laughter mocked me through the walls, a stark contrast to the suffocating dread that now claimed every breath. In this world of wolves and ruthless alphas, I was nothing but a disposable pawn in their games of power and legacy. My wolf whimpered faintly within, echoing the despair that threatened to swallow me whole. There was no escape, no mercy—only the cold promise of dawn bringing whatever fate they deemed fit.