Sinners Of Saint Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Clean yourself up with your fingers and eat it. Then we’ll continue the interview.” I scooped his cum from my skin with shaking fingers and licked them clean under his watchful, sadistic gaze. Humiliation burned through me, but so did a dark, desperate need. This job… I would do anything to keep it. And Raphael Sinclair knew it. “Pathetic little cumrag,” he said coldly. His gray eyes raked over my naked body. “You think one sloppy fuck and a face full of seed earns you the job? The interview has barely begun. Crawl to me.”

"All of it. The moon. The stars. The kingdom. Everything I gave her, I give to you. Everything I am." The video ended. Blackness. I sat in the darkening room, the phone still warm in my palm, and felt nothing. I saved the file. I titled it: The Oath of Betrayal. Then I rose, dressed in a coat of midnight wool, and drove to the financial district, to the offices of Castellano & Stern, the law firm that had served the Marconi family since Prohibition.

"I’ll make them pay. Every single one of them. I’ll have them destroyed. I’ll have them crawling through the dirt for what they did to you. I just need your words." I looked at him, truly looked at him. His grey eyes were dead serious. "Why?" I whispered. "Why would you help me? You don't even know me." He stepped closer, the scent of him filling my senses. "Let's just say you piqued my interest. You got lucky, princess. But you’re right about one thing. I’m not a saint. This isn't for free." I stepped back, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. "I knew you are not to be trusted, you motherfucker."

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

Smoke filled the room. I froze. And then, the unthinkable happened: The masked stranger removed their hood. And my blood ran cold. It was Saint. Alive. Or… something far more dangerous. His eyes glowed faintly and unnaturally, and a dark smile played on his lips. “You didn’t really think it was over, did you, Riven?” I stumbled back, heart hammering, Luca grabbing me. Bishop’s voice dropped to a growl. “Impossible… how?” Saint—or whatever he had become—stepped closer. “You’re in my world now, Riven. And tonight… someone dies.”

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

“L-Lord Sid, I… I just want to go back to live in seclusion to recuperate,” Sahar replied with a shaky voice. He did not expect to be caught by that old fart Sid. This old man despised evil, so how would he let Sahar go? Yet, Sid was one of the six Sacred Saints of the Star Kingdom after all. Sahar was just a True Saint. So, Sahar certainly had no chance of winning. He could not escape and he felt helpless.

I smiled at Kazeal, “right. Right. I am the characterless one here, and everyone else here is so pure that they have gathered around me to see me get raped. And I am characterless? Great.” The awkward, stabbing silence fell on everyone around me. “Everyone present here knows what your Saint and Devon are about to do to me is wrong, yet you support them.” I shook my head. “I pity you. All of you. You aren’t followers of light, you are the ones blinded by it. All of you are dead from inside blindly following your Saint in hope of attaining salvation. But you will soon realize the path you are walking on doesn’t lead to salvation. It leads to hell where I reign.”