Skin Of A Sinner Audiobook Romane & Geschichten

He held me tighter and buried his face into my neck. “Huhuhu…” When I felt his tears against my skin, I shattered completely. I couldn’t fight anymore. My body gave in. I just let myself cry in his arms. “Nick… am I a sinner? Why is God punishing me?” He shook his head. Firmly. “No, Jes… NO. It’s me… I’m the sinner. I’m the one God is punishing, not you… me.” I shook my head, tears streaming, sobbing harder.

A steady pull of air through his nose, a faint exhale that raked against my skin. “Speak,” he commanded softly. His voice was lower now, not the crisp tone of a priest offering penance but something darker—something that knew what it was to hunger. I licked my lips, trembling, my voice a whisper. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. And sinned. And sinned again.” The words spilled out like a chant, like a prayer, like I couldn’t stop myself. “I have touched myself thinking of you.” “I have moaned your name in the silence of my room.”

"What are you doing in here you little shit?" "I've come to see you Silas and tell you the truth." "What are you going on about now you pathetic little worm?" I laughed and reached into his mind making him see my skin melt away revealing what he thought a demon looked like. "You were right Silas. I'm not your son he died all those years ago when that Bat hit his head. I took his skin. Look on me and see me for what I really am." His eyes bugged out and his heart and breathing both sped up. I convinced his mind that my eyes were glowing. "All these years you and that pathetic fake preacher tried to purify your son and there was nothing to purify. Do you know why you fucked your pastor worm?"

Her hands felt as though they were cemented to his skin, and though he didn't dare move, he could feel them shaking choppily, as if at any moment, she would explode. All you need to be to fool mankind, Esperus, is to be one of two things- the warning words of The Doctor rushed to life as she gazed at their stark faces, the skin on her back aching from the pressure of powerful bones pushing to break free. A miniscule silence loomed as she focused on the man's finger on the trigger, his rough face relaxing slightly as he looked at her in pity. "I do." He sighed. "Sinners like him deserve to burn in Hell." The disorganization within her stilled as she took in a deep breath, her grip relaxing sl

I crawled through it on my hands and knees with my heart beating so fast against my ribs and emerged three blocks from the mansion into the cool night air alongside the distant traffic… I got up with dirt on my knees and red lipstick on my mouth. Then I hail a cab and go find it. ~ ~ ~ ~ Sinners and Saints is darker than I expected and louder, everyone wears masks and the anonymity is the most intoxicating thing I have ever felt in my life. “Basically I'm no one here, great.!!”

The repentance book still lay open on the table beside us — the same one Ciara had read from while he fingered her. “Read,” he ordered, voice dark. “First paragraph. Adultery. Out loud.” My hands shook as I pulled the heavy book closer. My voice came out hoarse: “I… I renounce the sin of adultery… I reject all impure desires for another’s body… I offer my weakness as penance to the Lord…” “Good boy,” he praised softly. Then his hands were on me again.

His face was legit stoned. I was reddening like an idiot, with each of his words, shame washed over me. An urge seeped inside me and I let it out, “Forgive me to say this but I came here with a hope in my heart which you broke with your cheapness, I thought you were a gentleman, not a creep who drugs people for his own benefits,”

Gavin’s smirk was sharp, like a knife, each word laced with mockery: "Have you ever stopped to wonder if you even deserve to talk to Alden? After everything you've done, aren’t you ashamed of yourself? A person should know when to stop, especially after they've sunk so deep into their mistakes. Look at yourself—are you even human anymore, or have you sold your soul to the devil and become a slave to your sins?" His words landed like a slap to Emma’s face. She shuddered, her lips paling, but she couldn't retort. Gavin wasn’t done. His voice, low and measured, continued to drip with irony, offering advice that was anything but kind: "You should go to church, ask the priest to bless you with ho

Sinclair shouts. "No, you wouldn't, Sin. You might be a beast and fearless, but I don't think you have it in you to kill women," I utter, hoping that I've got my guesses correct. Sinner closes his path with me on the wall and my breathing is already ragged. This chunk of a man terrifies me. "You think so?" he asks running the pad of his thumb on my lips, distracting me. "Yes, Sin," I murmur, sounding more breathless than before.