Skin Of A Sinner Audiobook Novels & Stories

My cries are silent until the voice in my head shatters into a million agonizing pieces. "Repeat after me: 'I am not gay. I am not sinful" The words repeat, a mantra of hate, as my mind begins to blur. My brain is tearing apart, and my body is convulsing from the agonizing bolts of electricity. Make it stop! Please! The mantra continues for what seems like an eternity before it stops. I am not sinful. ... Even though I still love Pierce The Reverend finally leaves the room, and I collapse on the bed, breathing heavily.

It manifested visibly, swirling around my body like smoke that wouldn’t dissipate. Some pack members leaned away instinctively. I saw fear flash across faces that had looked at me with trust just moments before. “I carry this darkness inside me,” I continued, forcing myself to speak despite the shame. “Bound it instead of destroying it. And sometimes, in my worst moments, it feels good. Feels powerful. Feels right.” I looked directly at Darius. “I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.”

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

He uttered hoarsely. Yes, he's still hurting for Nikki's what had become. It hurts him seeing Nikki punishing himself with guilt. It hurts him seeing him left with courage to continue to live on. With confidence to look at anyone's eyes. It hurt him treating himself so tainted. So dark. So low. It hurts him seeing himself like a dirt. Like a garbage. Like a sinner. Everyone made wrongs. Grievously wrong deeds. But everyone also has a chance to changed. To repent. To be forgiven. All of them are sinners. So why? Why would Nikki feels like his a total sinner?

“My apologies. I don’t believe we have been introduced but I can’t help myself. My name is Soren Wilkins.” It was no more than a minute ago that my dad had announced his wish to find me an eligible young man and this guy had already shown up. I was tempted to give him a cold shoulder. However, with so many onlookers, there was so little I could do so I put my hand in his. As soon as our skin made contact, images flashes through my very eyes and I could have a glimpse of what was going to happen or perhaps what indeed had happened in my previous life. Whichever that was, I knew that the man before me was Sinner No. 2. He was one of the people, guilty of my pack’s downfall and my father's deat

His voice echoing through the emptiness of the place, "...Oh but I know very well who you are!!! It is sickening and very pitiful..." he fanned his hot breath on her neck, grazing her skin as he savoured the power that was locked inside that ugly shirt, "...how such power, could be locked inside a mediocre little sinner!!! You are as we all are... just sinners!" A rogue tear raced down her pale white cheeks, evidence of the fright that filled her subconscious. But she still had the courage to talk,

“ 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 prisoner's eyes darted nervously, his body trembling. He tried to speak, but only a strangled whimper of apologies escaped his lips. I leaned closer, my breath ghosting across his cheek. The scent of fear mingled with the metallic tang of blood, a sickeningly familiar perfume. "I'm not interested in pleas," I hissed, my voice a chilling whisper. "I'm interested in the truth. And you will tell me the truth, or I will make you, and I don't have mercy, DeMarco." I growled out.

Tears were streaming down from his eyes, nonstop. "It should be me who doesn't deserve to live," She turned into a numb body at his words. "It should be me who deserves to die after everything I did to you but I can't…" he paused and took his face closer to her. "Because even after everything, my life is still begging to my fate to live with you . Even after my every sin which I had done to you, this sinner still desires to live with you and to die in your embrace,"

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