Sins Of The Skin Novels & Stories

THE WORLD is overflowing with the sins of human beings. Pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony, and sloth are the sins we often commit in our daily lives. As a person who has nothing to do except to submit a great deal of transgression, wouldn’t you want to do something good once in your life before you die? “Confess your sin!” he said with an authoritative voice while holding the camera in front of me.

"Show the street exactly who owns the title to this skin." Elias obeyed with a frantic, submissive urgency, his pristine executive persona vanishing completely under the weight of his infatuation. He scrambled over the leather driver’s seat, his palms flat against the cold glass of the windshield, his back arching into a deep, vulnerable curve that pushed his hips up and out. The dark purple bruises from the Sullivan Street basement were still clearly visible on his inner thighs—the permanent brand of his corruption.

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

She realized that it was hardly ever good, but at least it kept her from marking up her pretty skin. The thought has her sighing, eyes tracing over the tainted hue of her skin that flushes and drains of blood, depending on where you looked, her motions having been so mindless that she couldn't stick to just one, having rotated through a cycle of pinching herself and twisting her skin, rubbing it raw in areas, leaving a trail of mismatched, damaged flesh in her wake.

Chapter Five Marked by Him When I woke up, my thighs ached, and every inch of me was sore in the best way. My skin still smelled like him. Like his come, his sweat, his ink. My panties—whenever I found them again—were likely unsalvageable. Silas was already up, standing by the large studio window with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and his other arm bent, flexed against the pane as he stared out over the early morning light flooding the city.

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

BENJAMIN’S POV I nearly tripped over my own feet, because right there, Anna and April were completely naked. Their bikinis, tossed carelessly on the tiles at the far side of the pool area. April lay flat on her back, knees bent, legs spread so wide, while Anna sprawled in between April’s legs. Her fingers parted April’s slick folds as she stroked April’s cl*t from bottom to top with a maddening rhythm, gently increasing the pressure. April’s eyes rolled back, her lips parting as she moaned louder than she probably realized.

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.

At Darius’s attempt to appear supportive despite the dread I could feel through our bond. “Three sins,” I said. “Your three greatest,” the Broker specified. “The truths you most desperately hide.” My mind raced. What were my greatest sins? The lies I’d told? The people I’d hurt? There were so many choices, so many dark corners of my soul I’d never wanted examined. But I knew where to start. “My first sin,” I said, my voice carrying across the room, “is that I enjoyed killing Lucien.” Murmurs rippled through the audience.

“Sin dumme-maranii. Maran dumme-Sinia.” All Sins are humans; all humans are Sins. The king’s curse made it impossible to detect a Sin’s existence. One cannot be born as a Sin and a Sin cannot give birth to a Sin. It cannot be controlled by anyone nor anything. Only fate will determine. The moment all Sins turned to ash, stories and theories about them spread like wild fire. Through the mist of misleading plots and opinions, only a few people truthfully know what really happed at that moment.