Sins Of The Skin Novels & Stories

His black eyes were calm but dangerous, and even his neat hair carried a hint of wildness Each step commanded silence, and without meaning to, I held my breath. He looked like the sin dressed in a suit. “I will go straight to the point,” his voice carried, calm but commanding. “I will rank everyone for the new academy season…” Then it hit me…a pull. Strong, unshakable, crawling under my skin. Goosebumps rose, my chest tightened, and no matter how I fought it, it drew me closer. The strangest part was it led straight to him, standing there like sin itself.

She shattered again, cunt spasming, nails drawing blood down his shoulders as she wailed his name like a hymn. They collapsed together on the altar steps, sweat-slick, breathless. Candles flickered. The crucifix watched in silent judgment—or approval. Sophia traced lazy circles on his chest. "Still think this is sin?" Elias pressed a kiss to her temple, voice raw. "If it is... I'll burn for it." She smiled against his skin. "Then burn with me, Father. Every night." And in the quiet sanctuary, two fallen souls found their own twisted absolution—again, and again, and again.

"I will give you what you want, and you'll grant me my wish." I walked toward her, stopping only when I was an inch away. The heat coming off her was intoxicating. "You're not serious, are you?" She didn't say a word. Instead, she let the gown fall completely. It pooled at her feet in a dark circle, revealing every inch of her bare body. She was beautiful—pale, scarred, and perfect. The sight of her made the pleasure consume my vision, my body screaming for me to take what was being offered.

"Shinee, you're wrong. Does your past unnerve me, yes. But I'm not looking to change you or to hope you have other abilities. Trust me, I want nothing more than for you to be who you tell me you are, for you to be who you act like when you're with me." It couldn't be more true. As much as I would like to believe that the kindness Shinee has extended me recently is a part of his behavior, of his personality, I know better. He is a Sin, one who has lived a long time, and has made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. That I know for certain.

Ophelia's Pov "She is the kind of woman Callum would like if he gives her a chance.” “I am sure they have known each other before I came into his life. She should have used the tons of chances I have given before I came into his life… She is not as smart as you had just pronounced her to be.” His thin lips twitched to a half-smile before he took the glass in anger, slamming it into the wall. “The walls are too beautiful not to be stained,” he said, looking back at me, and I knew he was not sane. Psycho behavior was never a medical thing to take care of; it was a generational curse, not a trait, and poor Callum was unlucky to have gotten cursed with this. “I would give you whatever you want i

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

she says in a scolding way. “Nope. You came to get a tan; I can't afford that luxury.” “Why?” “Because unlike you, no matter how hard I try I'll never get a nice caramel color on my skin but a horrible shrimp shade of red, besides I don't want to spend the next three days locked up in the room because of the fever I'll get if I get a sunburn, so I'd rather be safe than sorry.” I continue to put the protective cream on my skin when suddenly I hear my friend speak again.

Chapter 1: The Fourth Artist The other three artists had all done the same thing. They’d looked at her arm, the left one from elbow to shoulder where the burn had pulled the skin tight and changed its texture entirely, and they’d gotten a specific expression. Trying not to show too much. Professionally interested in a way that was still too much, the kind of interest that made her feel like a case study instead of a person who wanted a botanical design running up her forearm.

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

Every time he comes back from these so-called business meetings, he is always on Edge. “He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. “Take off your clothes” I did as instructed, no questioning. The first whip struck me hard forcing me to bite my lips. The dry leather belt landed again on my back, this time with more force. Two more whips and then he spoke “ You’re pure, because of me. Do you know what happens when you let temptation take over? You become basked in sin.” He spoke.