Sinners Saints Novels & Stories

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

What sin had I committed? ***

“Join me, Saint? Make me a sweet sinner tonight?” Zoe almost rolled her eyes as the woman stumbled over the succession of ‘s’ words, indicating that she was also halfway to smashed. She also thought the whole saint/sinner thing was a bit cheesy, but whatever, and she was one hundred percent sure that Saint used the ‘sweet sinner’ line often. Probably to great effect. “Aw, thanks, ladies.” Saint gave them a wide grin, clocked both the shaved pussy and the pert, rosy nipples, and Zoe watched the women swoon. “But I’m here with Zee tonight… another time, OK?”

"I'll serve you for the rest of my life, as your servant!" "Could you please talk to Sinister Elder for me?" Only the bold or the foolish walked with confidence to Sinister Summit. The old captain shuddered and hurried to explain, "Mister Kane, it's just Sinister Elder's twisted hobby. He enjoys breaking his enemies." Alexander looked around and let out a sigh. "Seems like there's hardly a sane soul in the Sinister Territory." He had no intention of saving those people. It was difficult to tell the saints from the sinners there, and most were on the wrong side of the ledger.

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

"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.