Novel & Cerita Sins Of The Father Book

he still loves me and accepts what happened to me, then there is no reason for me to run away from him again. "Don't you think that he hurt you too much? His class should never be returned, Son." Papa Elias seemed annoyed because of my answer. He's obviously against Elijah after all the tears I shed for him. I smiled bitterly at him. "Papa, if your son has committed a great sin against you. Will you forgive me if I ask you for forgiveness?" I logically asked him. I am trying to give him my point of view. "Because he is my son, and I will forgive him no matter how great his sin," Derechang answered me without hesitation. He's indeed a father.

"Work is your baby at the moment." "Exactly." "Still." "You need a man in your life to give you some." Sophia pushes. "There are plenty of them." Sophia's eyes narrow at me. "Don't you get sick of the revolving door of men?" Her voice quietens as she speaks. "Do you?" "Because let's be serious." "My girl is just as bad as I am." I mean, look at her brother. The genes don't fall far from the tree.

Silence greets my blank mind, I can only hear my Dad murmuring prayers. "I failed to discipline my own child... I have sinned, oh Lord..." I stare at him hatefully, if a person such as him can be considered holy. What, then, is sin? It has lost its definition. Having a father like him has to be the greatest sin... My father stops praying and turns to me. "You still don't accept that you're wrong? There is so much evil in your eyes. I'm calling the Reverend; he has a place for correcting abominations like you!"

After all, there was little sense in dragging others into the focal point of my fate—a fate heavy with the sins of my father. The outline of the Elders' city emerged intricately against the morning light. I clutched my father’s journal tightly under the folds of my cloak. Its presence was both a source of comfort and a haunting reminder of the legacy I had inherited. My father had managed to evade justice for the crimes he committed, shaping me into a creature burdened by the weight of his misdeeds. Yet, the irony remained—I would come to answer for his sins, to face a judgment of which I was not the architect.

Hearing my words he sneered. "You want me to leave him. How could I? Your family didn't think once when they killed my father that he has a family and people depending on him. They never thought about what caused his death. Then why should I think about what is going to happen to your father?". His eyes were on me now . Fire was burning in the depth of them.Knox was clearly living under the idea of vengeance. He wanted to take revenge for a sin that was never under my control. If it was in my hand then I would have never let it happen to the person who has helped my mothers so much when she needed someone the most .I would have never done that to any person.

The Sins of the Father . . . It is funny how life changes in a single second, one moment you are at the top of the world , in rainbows and sunshine and the next day in a twinkle of an eye everything comes crashing down like a collapsed building, it would have been different if my misfortune were to have been caused by my own hands but rather it wasn't, and it hurts to suffer because I was the spawn of the so called enemy, I was simply paying for a crime I did not commit, the Sins of the father are passed on to the sons or rather in my case, unto the daughter.

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

He had a bible on one hand and a rosary on the other. “Daughter of sin.” He called immediately after his eyes beheld mine. “Why do you love sin so much, child? I thought that after so many years, you would come back home like the prodigal son. But instead, you wish us dead; you have stubbornly continued on that path of destruction that almost swallowed up your youth. When will you learn, Sophie Mack? When will you learn, Daughter of Eve? Will you not call on the God of the Father and seek his salvation? Why can't you learn from the parable of the prodigal son? You Jezebel!”

I was only here because it was a family tradition—we always had to come confess our sins, and my fucking mother had roped me into this charade. The scent of waxy candles and faint incense clung to the confessional like stale regret. The wood beneath me creaked in protest, almost like it couldn’t handle the weight of my thoughts. "Father, I hate my best friend, and I want her to burn in hell. No, I feel like burning her myself..." "Hate is a serious sin, my daughter, but the Lord sees the heart, and He will forgive you your sins," the aged Father said in a shaky voice, as though his brittle soul couldn’t quite wrap itself around mine.