Sins Of The Skin Novels & Stories

It's been so many years and doubts still make a point of snaking through my head like the viper seduced Eve, we are to blame for sin. I suck in a breath to keep the tears from falling when I'm to blame, I should have been a better daughter, a better sister. The reflection in the glass betrays the sins hidden beneath those blue eyes, the porcelain skin covering the dirt and the golden strands falling by my shoulders completing the debauchery. I've tried so hard to cover it all up, but it's no use hiding the evil in the middle of prayers, no matter how many times I walk into the church asking for forgiveness, there's only one way to purge my sins.

Vincenzo and Pietro were also left speechless. “No way, there is no way all of these could be true.” Dante denied. “My mother left me when I was a baby; she’s dead by now,” Dante told her. “I’m not dead! I am alive and well!” She shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. Delina sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “This is my karma, I shouldn’t have done what I did. Look at these, one of my son has no idea who I am and the other one hates me.” She murmured to herself.

Sienna rolled her eyes. “You’re a man! You can’t tell me what looks nice and what doesn’t, or what matches my skin tone–” She kept going on. I put a hand under her chin to shut her up. And it did the job again like it always does. She gets flustered every time I touch her like this. “I’ll help you.” I reassured her even though I knew nothing about dresses.

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

“For we have sinned.” The blasphemy only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting harder. We moved together like we had been made for this. His cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Every deep stroke made me moan louder. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with our desperate gasps and whispered sins. He fucked me harder, pounding into me with raw need. The bed creaked beneath us. I was going to come again.

My skin felt hot and bruised. I reached up, my fingers trembling as they touched the hollow of my throat where his hand had been. As my fingers moved higher, they grazed the skin beneath my collar—the spot where Elias had marked me only nights ago. The contrast was a physical pain in my chest. Elias’s touch had been a confession; David’s touch had been an assault. I couldn't leave. I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand: 2:14 AM. If I walked out now, looking like this in a ruined funeral dress, the hotel staff would see. The scandal if I'm recognized would definitely destroy the last shred of my reputation.

She blinked long and crossed her legs, folding her hands in her lap, I couldn't let any of the details go, it was surreal. — Tattoos are sins, Lauren... - He commented softly, his conspiratorial way full of meanings making me as tense as crazy, I felt myself being led by his voice so dangerously close. - How good then that I only have one sin, your highness... Having many makes the situation hopeless - I spoke in an almost desperate nervous tone looking directly at her, her eyes were searing hot and I could only imagine a chilling smile with that look well there, thinking about his conviction that skin designs represented sins.

The urge in my heart to ask Ivan everything, but I stopped myself just thinking he would leave me once he knew someone ruined me, and he despised me and never loved me his possessiveness for me is not something hidden from me. “Ohh, God! Help me” I mumble, clamping my, hands I prayed to god to help. I just couldn't believe how I allowed myself to sin, and cheat on my husband who loves me. I went inside the bathroom and opened the shower knob to take again pour. Furthermore, I scrubbed my torso like I wanted to peel out my skin and remove all the sinful touch from my body. I started rubbing my skin again and again. I appeared to hate my body, just thinking someone did a dirty thing with my bo

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

Every horrible sin humanity ever committed pours into my head at once. A father describing how he crept into his daughter’s room night after night. A nun confessing she poisoned her entire convent so she could fuck the local bishop on their corpses. Kings boasting about wars started just to rape the conquered women. Priests detailing how they sold children for power. Mothers admitting they drowned unwanted babies while touching themselves. The voices overlap, scream, moan, laugh. Every depraved act, every betrayal, every sick desire floods me. I clap my hands over my ears. It does nothing. The sins sink further.