Sinon Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

his fingers wrapped around my hand, bringing it to his heart, “That no matter what, I’ll always protect you. You and Azure. No matter the cost.” Another knock at the door breaks our moment, “Come in.” Sin walks in looking sleek in an all-black suit, showcasing his height and slender body. Did I mention he’s easily six-foot five? He must have ran water through his hair, because the strands appear more tamed and less 'I just got out of bed'. “Is this more,” he makes a finger circle around his face, “Presentable?” “You didn’t have to do anything special,” I smiled, “I personally thought you looked fine before. I couldn't care less about what my soon-to-be ex-husband thinks of whom I keep compan

Then I whispered it. A name I didn’t even realize I’d made up for him in my mind. “PROFESSOR SIN ?”

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

"Listen, Cameron, because I know you weren't paying attention to what I said before, I'll say it again. There's a big accomplishment in there for your Father and myself. We'll finally be acknowledged and will be on the same level as the prime minister, and our firm will be at the top, and you, my beloved son, will be the dazzling boy I nurtured. You're going to grin in whatever way the camera comes from, and you're going to be Blaze's adoring soulmate, do you get it?" I nodded as if I were bewitched. "Yes, Mom," I replied. She sported one of the fake smiles she always had on whenever things went her way. She let go of my chin and touched my greyish hair. "That's my child, I know you are goin

“No one else.” “Damned straight.” Sinclair replies, his voice like gravel. “Goddess, I can’t wait to be inside you again. I’ll make you beg, just like this. I’ll hold my power back from you until you’re finally gushing all over my cock, and then I’m going to give you everything I have. I’m going to–”

JIRO Sin Combat was a game made up by the fourth king of the second generation. He was known to be fun of games and battles which made him come up with a way to show-off one’s strength and dominance without the use of Orikami or sense enhancing spells. It was originally for the selection of guards and soldiers that will serve the king but years passed and it became a tradition to determine the strongest of all Sins. The fifth king was also declared through Sin combat which gave the idea that Sin combat is another method of determining the next king. Soon, it was deemed a tradition for Sins to determine supremacy.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

“My princess.” A chilly sensation runs up my spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I can't speak, my lips are quivering against his brother’s, legs shaking with his fingers still fucking me through my now visibly soaked jeans. “What are you fucking doing to her!?” Jeremy rips Knox off me, leaving me vulnerable to Sofia’s hungry camera! I fall back, finding support in anything and from anyone. I'm not sure if she’s seeing me literally dripping onto my panties, or the shit Zane is doing to me from behind. And frankly, my brain is too fried to care. The way my pussy throbs hard against his fingers drives me nuts.

He didn’t answer right away. Then: “They didn't have enough evidence, it seems like the culprit tried to pin it on me.” “But how—” I asked. “Dummy accounts, spoofed numbers,” he said. I stepped closer and asked. “But they let you go.” “They had to, I would have sued them if they hadn't, I can't leave my wife during our honeymoon after all.” He said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He looked at me, this time, with desire, and gods, that turned me on.