Sins Hell Novels & Stories

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

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.

If he wants to survive this hell, he needs to suck it up to her and do whatever she wants. As long as she won't kill him that is. Hell is far from what he imagined. He thought demons are squeezed together while burning in fire, but not all of them. Some demons are walking around, living in houses, and mansions. "Souls here are divided by their sins and their punishment depends on the weight of their sins." Gresha explained out of nowhere and turned to look at him. "You killed a lot of demons and the king hates your kind, what do you think he'd do to you?"

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

"Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister." "Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice steady and low. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people."

This place was the second version of hell, a world no one outside even knew existed. After a short walk, we stopped in front of the dining hall. Inside, everyone sat waiting for him like dogs waiting for their master. “Here, we hate traitors!” he roared. “Yes, we do!” the crowd answered, their voices rising like bleating goats. Sweat slid down my face as I stood in the corner, my chest tight as if I had run for miles. “And when we catch a traitor, we reform them, don’t we?” His voice thundered.

“I can't even imagine you puffing on a joint in my presence. That'll be a complete turn-off for me, for real.” Candice furrowed her eyebrows. “Like, seriously? But you drank alcohol some minutes ago. What makes you different from a smoker?” “There's a big difference, dear. Trust me.” “I don't think so.” Candice disagreed sharply. “Smoking, drinking, prostitution, fornication, adultery and so on are all categorized under sin. No sin is bigger than the other. So, in a nutshell, we are all going to hell, fam.” Yomi instantly gave her an icy glare. “Take that back immediately. Nobody among us is going to hell, by God's grace.”

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t. "God forgive me..." he muttered, a panicked prayer slipping through his teeth. He gave in. With a thud, he dropped to his knees right on the floor between my spread thighs. He looked utterly defeated by his own hunger. "Don't worry about Him," I whispered, a wicked smile pulling at my lips as I tilted my hips forward, pressing my dripping wetness right against his mouth. "There's no salvation in here. Just you, me, and the sin you're about to swallow. Now open your mouth and eat me."

Ornais continued. Daniel sat still on the edge of the bed. The Seven, he regretted having to admit it to himself, but he knew he was going to have to work with them. Daniel despised the Sins, except Sloth. Daniel despised all demons. They were slimy, sneaky things, only caring about causing pain and chaos. Daniel wanted to destroy them all. The Sins were no exception. If it hadn’t been for Pride and Vanity, the twins, he would not be in this mess. He was content in hell, being tortured every day for eternity, as long as he got to see her. Now she has been locked away from him. Daniel was going to make the Sins pay for what happened in hell. “Daniel, Greed has requested a meeting and Abaddon