Sinners Consumed Novels & Stories

Wasn’t Sinners’ lead guitarist named Brian Sinclair? One of the men seated in the booth turned his head to scratch his chin with his shoulder. Despite his mirrored sunglasses, she instantly recognized vocalist Sedric Lionheart. Her heart rate kicked up a couple notches. It was Sinners. “I am so fucking drunk!” Brian yelled. He rolled off the table, knocking over several empty beer glasses, and landed on the laps of two of his companions. They dumped him unceremoniously on the floor.

After all, the sins he committed were worse than theirs. "I-I will... entrust you all with my daughter's life." Zacharias took off his feet from his chest as Fernando rashly sat up and gasped while regaining his breath, the other gazed down at him before walking away. They say, a sin for a sin will always and forever be equal, and repentance is the sinner's only defense, but sometimes, being faithfully devoted can lead to blindness from many more truths that are stopping them from their capabilities and limits, transpiring of beliefs and notions that lead to loss of control in yourself, drowned in the sea of coercion instead of the sea of tranquility which the eternal suffering of the sinner

I smiled at her before I continued. “Hmm… I went for a few drinks to forget the pain, but I guessed I wasn’t able to control myself. Repentance is always in the end,” I shyly admitted to her, making me bow my head. I continued to eat the soup, but I didn’t realize I already consumed it. That was when I drank the milk.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

We heave dirt over him until the ground is smooth and unmarked. We make our way back to the mansion, quiet now, the party long over. Inside, the remaining Gambinos are gathered, eyes on us, waiting. “It’s finished,” Vinny says simply. A cheer rises, building into a roar. Hands slap tables, and bottles clink. The energy surges. The room is alive with the satisfaction of freedom. The crowd turns toward me, and I step forward. “You know I will lead you now, honorably. I’ll never give up your location or put any of your lives at risk.”

“No! Let me go! No! Don't do this! No!!” “Why are you pretending to be chaste when you're already damaged goods? Accompanying us brothers tonight and giving us some fun is your honor. If you act too stubborn, don't blame us if we kill you afterwards.” One of the thugs said in a voice filled with disdain. “Then kill me now!” I shout back, but they won't stop. I feel the warm wind against my back and realize they already tore my singlet. “Nooooo!” My voice is strangled, full of desperation and sorrow at the thought of losing my chastity at the hands of these monsters.

“And clench that sinful cunt around me.” I obeyed, moaning the words over and over as he used me. He pulled my hair, choking me lightly with his rosary beads while pounding me. The contrast of the holy symbols against our filthy fucking sent me spiraling into another orgasm. Father Elias flipped me onto my back again, hooking my legs over his shoulders and driving even deeper. “I’m addicted,” he confessed hoarsely, sweat dripping from his brow. “Your body is my new religion. I’ll burn in hell for this… but I’ll fill you every day until then.”

They said he brought women here when he was bored, that he did not like to be watched, and that none of those women walked out the front door afterward. Some claimed they were sent away before dawn. Others swore they were never seen again. The kinder version called him a thrill-seeker. The worse one called him something else entirely, a bloodthirsty maniac who treated people the same way he treated prey. Outside, Simon hesitated. I could not see his expression, but I could imagine it. Ethan had always been suspiscious and calculating. The idea of playing second to Ethan’s “fun”, must have bruised his pride.