Sinners Of Saint Series Novels & Stories

"Are you drunk, Saint? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" "Hey! You bastard! He is talking to... " Saint didn't let him finish before grabbing the boy's throat, squeezing life out of him. He clawed at his hand desperately but Saint didn't budge while his eyes were on Nicholas. The rest of the goons stood in defense but no one dared to touch him. "Let me repeat myself." Saint's voice thundered. "You will apologise to Gabrielle. Now." Gabrielle rushed to his side, trying to free the almost dead boy from his grip. "You're going to kill him. Saint, please...stop. They don't need to apologise."

Knowing that there’s a dire situation going on, Taemin decided to step out at this moment. “Sorry, I don’t want to intrude you Inspector Vaan! Since the case seems to be urgent, I’ll excuse myself” Taemin bowed apologetically to Vaan. He then turned to Rae, waving his hand. “I’ll see you when you’re ready Rae” Taemin smiled kindly to Rae. When Taemin left the agency, Inspector Vaan started to open his mouth. “The killing starts again, in Theister city nonetheless” Vaan groaned. “Killing? A serial killing?” Rae asked the Inspector in front of her.

“I don’t understand. I’ve never even met you until now.” His expression hardened. “Think hard. We’ve known each other long before this.” No matter how much I reached into my head, there was no such memory. “I think I’d know if we’ve met before. You’re not easy to forget.” Murderous eyes stared back at me. That was the thing with Salvatore and the evil he hid behind those beautiful brown eyes. He could mask it all he wanted but the devil could only play saviour for so long.

“Amen, Father… amen. I can hardly wait for the next confession.” They stayed there, lying on the church floor, bodies pressed together, cum dripping, the scent of sin heavy in the air. The candles flickered, the images of the saints watched in silence. The night was ending, but the sin… the sin was only just beginning. The End.

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

11- MY PRETTY, TERRIFIED, LITTLE SLUT 1. Alaric DeLuca. The heavy click of my master suite door shut out the quiet corridors of the estate, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos roaring in my blood. I leaned my back against the dark mahogany, my chest heaving as I finally let the aristocratic mask slip.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

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.“

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c