Novel & Cerita Sins World

Not now, not ever. The city seemed impossibly large and yet unbearably small. Every shadow might conceal danger, every alley might hide enemies, but Nicholas no longer feared. His grief was a weapon, sharpened by love and loss. And his heart, though fractured, beat for Rafe still, carrying the weight of every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every night they had shared in both lust and longing. He turned back to the room, the journal still clutched to his chest, and allowed himself one final whisper into the darkness: “This world may have taken you, Rafe, but I will carry you with me, always. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Every sin. Every devotion.”

while he bred me senseless. “Shit—Just like that, right there…” I moaned louder than I should have, my free hand found its way to my aching cock jerking it while the other worked the vibrator deep inside me. The mix of his load and my own slickness was everywhere—dripping, smearing, making my thighs glisten. My hole clenched greedily around the buzzing toy, pushing out more of his cum with every thrust. It was so messy, so dirty, and it only made me hornier. "Ahhh...AHH..."

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.

Sophia, God bless her heart pratically handed me her animosity toward Tristan and Alex on a silver platter. All I had to do was nudge her in the right direction and she gladly followed with no questions asked. Back in the quiet solitude of my apartment, I poured myself a generous measure of expensive whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, while I smiled at the utter chaos that I was about to unleash. This was it. The moment I’d been meticulously planning, obsessing over, for months. The first domino was about to fall. I almost felt bad for Tristan. He was not so bad but he had made his choice, he had picked a side and it was not mine. If you're not on my side then you are an enemy

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kind

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Chapter Nine- Under The Table Sins Part Three every movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my legs for my mother's husband! ~♧~• Pleasure is a sin.

The man with her does not want to see tears in her eyes for someone else. He envied Leonardo, another sin. And if she comes to count, she realizes that the man is one sinner. Pride for his mind, thinking, cleverness and wrong deeds. Greed for Alessandra’s care, love and affection. Lust for her body. Envy for the whole damn world because it is better than him for Alessandra. Gluttony for punishments, pain, sufferings, cries and begging. Wrath because of mistakes, lies and wrong words which he despises the most and lastly sloth, his lack of empathy and sympathy. He does not put effort into understanding others’ pain and feelings. He just thinks about himself and does not get aroused or happy b

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a