Sinners Fanart Novels & Stories

A SAINT WHO SINS SIMON I heard his father's laughter from where I was causing me to panic. The moment Arson Grey walked into the church, the Air shifted. A wave of heat ran through my body. I kept my eyes focused on the fruit basket in my hands, pretending they were fascinating. I could feel his gaze burning the back of my neck, but I didn't want to care. I couldn't afford to look him in the eyes. All my hard work would go down the drain.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

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

Season 2 Synopsis of Sinful Escape By DB Novels She was betrayed. Framed. Broken. Now she’s reborn. After surviving the ultimate betrayal by her husband and lover, Sera Carter sheds her name, her face, and her past—emerging from prison as the ruthless and mysterious Arianna Vale. Love? That word died the day Raven and Ethan kissed in front of her cell. Now, she doesn’t trust. She doesn’t feel. She seduces, manipulates, and destroys. Every man she kisses, every deal she makes, every move she plans—is fueled by a single burning desire:

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.

I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

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

(SIN OF LUST: THE EMBODIMENT, MIKE) “MAKE me proud, my dear sins.” A sinister smile then draws all to their faces. The seven embodiments came in ways one wouldn’t think of. The sins that will hold as the temporary dolls under His command, and the opposite of the commandment that the Supreme One has. “We will heed your every wish and command, our Master and God.” The pledge of loyalty that they gave to their God. The smiles and gazes that is full of darkness and are based on the sin that they are holding. Taken from the corrupted hearts and souls, the characters will be a mix of the sins that made them who they are.

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

“ Sinners Den “ But the rest of the building didn't look anything fancy. It looked run down if anything. The case is about a missing person, a man by the name of Trevor Vickers , he’s a local politician. The crime scene didn’t have a body , but at his home there was a mess bloid everywhere and lots of it like there had been a murder or a severe beating. His phone discarded on the floor along with his wallet. The blood was smeared like he had been dragged out of the house. The only thing believed to be evidence that was left behind was a business card dropped into the blood like it was deliberate and the picture on it was a skull with blood running from its eyes and a red rose clamped between