Sins World 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.

The thin walls that had once carried my lonely, heartbroken tears now echoed with our shared moans of pleasure, our laughter, and our soft whispered declarations of love. I had come to this new city running from heartbreak and self-doubt. Instead, I found the hot neighbor who turned my entire world upside down in the most sensual, filthy, and deeply loving way possible. Every day with Sinclair felt like the fresh start I had desperately needed, wrapped in raw passion and genuine connection.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

The actual fact becomes the realistic nature of what we might had seen there after the dreadful night had passed away so deeply quiet and a reassurance of a seeming hope of reassembling back to the sinful world which we lived in. A wicked world , a planet filled of no virtues but more vices. But where there was no commandment there should be no sin. Was it that my planet was ignorant of this or was it that this was another changing world which the Big Book had promised and that it shall all come to past at the hours when it was programmed by the Almighty.

"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.

ARC 5: SENSORY OVERLORD (pun intended) WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, non-consensual sensory manipulation, mind-breaking psychological domination, public use and humiliation, forced orgasms. All set in a superpowered world. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores desire without restraint and destructive power fantasies. ---- Mark Crowe's POV I didn’t hate my life. Hate was too small a word,it was too simple

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

The envy he has for the soul that would live under the stars can be very common there. - So basically, all 7 sins that humans talk about: Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Pride, Wrath, Envy, and Greed. - Great Dragon in the sky, how are we going to be able to see all this? We've already used up half the days we had.

I asked retreating my hand. He wasn’t acting out of drunken confidence. He was clearheaded, sober and the agenda on his face was loud and clear. “I dont like drinking”, he said, his voice deep with an accent I wasn’t expecting. Italian. A chill ran down my spine, and it wasn’t because of how good he sounded. He had power radiating off him, unlike anything I’ve felt in before. Scars adorned his knuckles, but covered in black ink. His hands were steady, too steady to be considered mormal. The stranger was trained - in what? I had no clue.