Sinners Saints Novels & Stories

“I haven’t logged in yet.” Lie. Brina tilts her head. “Really? That’s weird. You are usually the first one stalking us.” Her tone is playful but her eyes are not. In another world, Sabrina and I wouldn't be friends. But because of Miles, we are. Or we pretend to be. I smile. Not too big, just enough to convince. “Guess I was busy.” “Busy with what exactly?” Miles shifts beside her. “Brina,” he says quietly.

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

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"

“Have you opened the sacred book and read through what was written? May God forgive you Aiden!” Caitlin tried to read through what was on their mind to know what they were talking about but she could only access the mind of one while the other seems to be blocking her entrance. She turned around to see two men, one who looked a bit old and the other was still young, maybe a few years older than her in the human age. Without anyone telling her, she knows they are priests. From their outfit and from what she has heard about people like them. They are the ones who collects the sins of the people and bring them to repentance by a form of divine spirit and deliverance. Caitlin has also heard of h

"Or the only truth you've ever felt?" Her lips parted, words tangled in her throat. She wanted to deny him, to cling to the sanctity that had kept her breathing all these years. But the way his gaze held her, searing and relentless, made it impossible to lie. "You're a sin," she managed, voice trembling. "And you're my salvation," he countered without hesitation. The confession struck her harder than his grip, knocking the breath from her lungs. Salvation. The word was meant for altars and prayers, not whispered in shadows by a man who owned the world and still wanted more.

There was a line in this world, drawn in the sand to separate two groups of people. The good guys, and the bad. The heroes, and the villains. The sinners, and the saints. Can you guess which side Liviana walked on? She was a saint. A good girl, a hero, an angel. She was forever the sweetheart. It was a very black and white way of thinking- as most things were. There were only good and bad, heroes and villains, sinners and saints. There couldn't be a mix between the two. It was one side versus the other, and mingling wasn't allowed.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

He was forcing me to stand perfectly still, playing his part for the flashing cameras of the media. "If anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together," the priest continued, his voice echoing off the high stone arches, "let them now speak, or else hereafter forever hold their peace." Me! I wanted to scream. I have a cause! I'm the wrong twin! I'm an imposter!

Victor was known to find a liking for anyone with a pussy. I passed by the guards. Usually, everyone who entered had to be patted down, but they nodded at me and turned away. They knew I carried, and also knew that if they even bothered asking -I wouldn't take it too likely. The newbie who stopped me could attest for that. I met Santino in the private section. It was a few feet above the dance floor, overlooking the crowd.

Soon the Road Saints, the Red Wolves, and the Ghost Riders pulled in, circling them. No one spoke. No one smiled. Ashley stepped forward alone to the center. The Road Saints VP, Fernandez—a tall man with a heavy beard and dark eyes—killed his engine first. Behind him came Hale from the Red Wolves and Cutter from the Ghost Riders, a thin man with a snake tattoo on his neck. They looked at her like they were deciding whether to hear her out—or end it right there. Fernandez’s gaze lingered longer than the others. He hadn’t forgotten the last time he came here and saw that damn detective.