Novel & Cerita Sins World

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

That's why we ask if there is a God? Brother, have you ever thought that if God were to punish sinners, we would all go to hell?" "Sister Rosan..." Sister Rosan just smiled. "That is because there is no degree of sin. Lying is equivalent to sexual immorality. Stealing is equivalent to murder. You cannot say that a man is more sinful than you because the truth is, when you broke a commandment of God, then is death waiting for you. There is no one more pious or more sinful because we only have two destinations -- godly or sinful, the saved and the lost.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

he asked, his voice rough, stripped of any gentleness. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "My father... he says it opens the door to sin." Luca let out a dark, humorless laugh. He swirled the liquid in the glass. "Your father thinks the world is black and white but where I'm going to take you, Sofia... where we are going... There is no black and white. Just grey and blood red." He took a step closer, invading my personal space. "You need to start," he said. "The world is going to get darker, the sex is going to get harder. You're going to see things that prayer can't fix. You need to learn how to cope."

The wet, filthy sounds of his cock sliding through my soaked, virgin pussy filled the basement, loud enough that I was certain my mother could hear us upstairs if she listened hard enough. I felt every vein, every ridge, every brutal inch as he stretched me open. It burned. It ached. It felt so fucking good I wanted to scream. “That’s it,” he breathed against the side of my neck, voice barely more than a dark murmur. “Take every inch like a good little slut. I’m gonna wreck this tight cunt. Ruin it for anyone else.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, gripping the edges of the desk until my knuckles went white. My legs were already shaking.

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

I don't understand what they're talking about, but I know it's something dangerous and I don't want to risk it, I can't risk hurting Hope. 'I told you, I'm a very old spirit, Dylan. My power is gigantic. I am the Sins, those who walk today and those who once were.' 'That's why I'm training, that's why we're training!' 'You are right. When we started training, we chose Gluttony, because it is a simpler sin to control, but I know that what is going to happen soon, is that you are going to need to trust me, blindly. Without that, we can't move forward.'

Never once did I think my first time will be chained in a prison room, bent for a warden who hates me. I don't want it to be anyone else. The head breaches. Burns. Stretches “Ahh..” He paused, let's me adjust then pushes deeper. Slow at first then relentless. “Good boy.” Then he bottoms out, every nerve of mine on fire. He pulls back and slams in. I cry out. Again skin slaps skin. He goes in harder, hands grip my hips. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs. He slaps my ass. “What a tight ass

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”