Sins Of The Father Book Novels & Stories

“It was this same woman, Lucy. It was this same woman, Lucy.” The name tasted like ash in my mouth—a proof that I would never forgive her or the man I called father. “She wormed her way into my home, into my family, into my father’s life—and you knew. You didn’t just know. You were there. Back then, I’d watch as Dad hit Mom while Lucy stood behind him, grinning proudly. I would sometimes step in, and what was my fate? Same as Mom’s. You knew what I endured, yet you went to tango with the same woman. And now, you’re seriously thinking we’re good and cool? In case you don’t know, Dad said the same thing—she was a pastime.”

Vincenzo sighed. “That man killed your father, isn’t that a strong enough reason to resent him?” Vincenzo asked. Dante fell silent for a few seconds and his gaze turned a bit cold yet composed. “No, after thinking about it, I realized him killing my father was more of a blessing for me. It worked in my favor, so I don’t resent him for it.” Vincenzo was a bit shocked but it made complete sense. He watched Dante grew up, he knew the things Dante’s father had done to him.

I wanted him to look at me, to face me here of all places. I thought he would ignore me. I smiled thinking of what I'd do if he had. “Yes?” he finally said, voice tight. “Do you have a question?” I smiled faintly. “Yes, Father. I do.” I stood up slowly, feeling every gaze follow me. The whispering had already begun, low murmurs spreading like ripples in water. I didn’t care. I was here for him, not them. My voice was calm, even polite as I asked. “You said fornication is a sin, Father. But tell me, between a man and a woman, and between two men... which is the greater sin in the eyes of your God?”

WARNING: The chapter that you're about to read contains content that you may find unpleasant or troubling. Please read with care. Haughty eyes and a proud heart—the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin. Hubris― He could still remember how his father once taught him about the cardinal sins and how humanity struggled—and fell. His father taught him of sacrificing one’s self and serving a purpose, of redemption and salvation. As his father had said before, redemption is only the first step to salvation and that this is the process of renewing and freeing people from their servitude to sin by acquiring back their liberty from it at a cost.

“That’s it, princess. Take every inch of Daddy’s breeding meat.. Just by watching the scenemMy own cock instantly became hard again Holy fucking shit. My baby sister was getting her guts rearranged on our father’s fat dick while she tongue-fucks the same pussy that birthed us all. This felt like heaven. I wrapped a fist around my drink stroking slowly, as I drank in the sight. Sylas dropped to his knees right there beside me on the rug, nuzzling his face into my thigh like a needy pet. “Goddamn, you’re all so fucking perfect,” I growled, voice thick with lust as I stepped closer, my heavy balls swaying. Mom’s eyes fluttered open noticing our presence “Elarion, Sylas. My beautiful boys Come j

The smirk on his lips was fully formed now, a tiny, wicked curve of satisfaction that only I could see. He didn't look worried. He looked like a man who had already won. In that single, agonizing second, the truth washed over me with a sickening, erotic clarity. If I said yes to Julian, I wasn't just committing to a marriage with a sweet, innocent boy. I was signing an eternal, sinful pact that would bind me to his father forever. I was entering a lion's den willingly, knowing that the man standing behind my husband would continue to claim me, continue to ruin me, and continue to own every single nerve ending of my body.

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”

“If Rachel is such a good mother, then why don’t you go be her child’s father?” “Oh! You’re already Aileen’s dad, aren’t you? Back in the forest, you kept calling yourself ‘Daddy Carlson’ like she was your own.” “I told you a thousand times—I’m an Alpha. I’m the father of the whole pack! Aileen lost her father. What’s wrong with me looking after her?” “Are you the last male in Moonshadow Pack?” I used to wonder about it, so I secretly ran paternity tests on Carlson and Aileen—more than once. Every time, the result was the same. They weren’t blood-related.

The darkness was suffocating, a heavy blanket that wrapped around me like a shroud. It was the only way I could describe the feeling of being wrongly accused, of being framed for a crime I didn't even commit. The weight of the world's scorn bore down upon me, a crushing force that threatened to extinguish the light within me. "You... you killed my daughter!" a woman in her forties screamed as she sprang angrily toward me. Everyone gathered in the pavilion as they took a look at what just happened. Several whispers and inaudible mutters enveloped my ears as they looked at me with pure disgust and hatred for something I didn't even do in the first place.

We had enemies, but we could count the ones who would swear to take revenge on me. My father was obsessed with Joan; I heard he didn’t stop drawing naked pictures of her in his cell, or was it mom? She hated Joan and her mother because they didn’t give her enough chance to manipulate me to get all that they wanted. Was it Sophia? I know she hated Joan, but she had been quiet for a while, and even after everything that had happened, I saw that she had accepted that I would never break up with Joan and had moved on to another male prospect.