Sins Of The Father Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

My eyes went wide, my heart hammering against my ribs. "That’s for being such a naughty little girl," he growled, his voice right at my ear. SMACK. Another hit, harder this time. "Look at you. Just look at how much you love your boyfriend’s father’s cock. You can’t get enough of it, can you?" "No! Oh, Daddy, please! Yes, right there!" I moaned, my voice dissolving into a whimper. The pleasure was too much. It was sharp, forbidden, and so deep it felt like he was rearranging my insides—making me a better person.

"I know the sort of thing you mean. And trust me, there's nothing wrong with it." "Are you sure, Father?" She said slowly. "It felt... sinful." "Oh no, no no no, not at all. After all, this is your father we're talking about. Surely you don't think your father would do anything sinful?" "Well, no, I guess not." "And doesn't the Bible say, 'honor thy father', my child?"

My father was barely in the ground, and tonight, on this ancient altar, my uncle was going to ruin me in the most public, degrading, and fertile way possible… while every member of my family bore witness. And God forgive me — I had never wanted anything more in my life.

In the house of God. The weight of the sin settled over me like a heavy cloak, but instead of horror, I felt a strange, dark thrill. My pussy clenched around him again, as if my body refused to let him go. Father Lucian lifted his head from my neck, his hazel eyes searching mine. His silver cross rested against my bare breasts, a stark reminder of who he was — and what we had just done. “Forgive me, Isabella,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I have led you into sin.”

After a long period of silence, he finally gave up, and I heard his steps retreat from my door. I could hear my mom coming out of her room to confront him. Her shouting echoed downstairs, raw and sharp, laced with betrayal. I wanted to run down there, scream at him alongside her, make him feel the shame, the disgust, the heartbreak, but my brain was in a haze. I listened as his baseless excuses tumbled from his lips, and I became even more disgusted with him. Every word he said sounded hollow. Every gesture he made was just a weak attempt at saving himself.

I let out a breath of amusement, "You seem well." "Shut up! You think I don't know why you are keeping me in here? Locked up like a prisoner in my own home?!" again severe coughing filled the room. "You are protecting your mother's murderer—" "She didn't kill mama, Pops, her father did. We are not defined by the sins of our fathers. The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father, neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son." I recited the Bible's verse.

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack. He wasn't the man of love and softness. Callousness and roughness dripped from his personality. Dominance and intimidation were his companions. This man was a cold-hearted beast. He has done enough wrongs in his life that no pure water of holiness can wash his sins away. A barbarian, an assassin who only cares for his pack. Whatever he did, he did it for the safety of his pack. His barbaric stories were told to kids. Mothers would use his name to scare their kids. The legends of his cruelty were known far across lands.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“