Skin Of A Sinner Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Your cunt want me so much, Aurora. What ever your intentions are tonight….. Vincenzo, just know it very Sinful. You have to stop. You are crossing the line. Aurora whispered under her breath and tried pushing him….. Not just tonight, all night… it will please me so much to keep defiling a General’s brat…. A man who preaches righteousness, A man who thinks he have the right to end criminals, without hearing their side of the story. A man who feels Sinners doesn’t have reasons to sin or any right to sin.

None of it reaches me fully. My mind is scattered. Part of me replays it, over and over. The way he leaned in, how close he got, the way his fingers brushed against my skin. Part of me wants to turn away and forget it, convince myself I imagined how electric it felt. But I know I didn’t. I know that shiver that ran down my body, the tight twist in my stomach, the way my breath hitched, was all real. I don’t realize I’ve been standing like that for several minutes until a voice cuts through my fog.

“You dare me to start climbing. Now,I have started,you want me to stop?” “You probably did not think that I would hold on till now? You know,now I am really curious,what exactly is hidden at the peak of this stairway?” “Imprudent?” The electronic voice screamed. “You are a mere vermin, sinner in all rounds, you should have been kicked off from the first step. Your sins should have crushed you, how can you still talk?” “Blah blah blah! Has anyone ever told you you rattle like a drum?”

"What will you do about it." "I will let him earn it," she said. "Not forgiveness. I do not have the anger that forgiveness requires. But presence. The possibility of being known rather than followed from a distance." She paused. "He is a complicated man who made a cowardly decision at forty-two and has been paying it quietly ever since. That is a human story. I can hold a human story without it consuming me." "You are more generous than I would be," he said. "You are more generous than you think you are," she said. "Your father called you this morning."

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?

Elijah stayed pressed to his back, forehead against the wood, still inside him, still breathing like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “God,” he whispered. Rum chuckled hoarsely, lips curling. “You think He’s still listening?” Silence. Then Elijah pulled out slowly, watching his cúm slide out of Rum’s ruined hole. Rum turned, eyes half-lidded, mascara smudged, face flushed. “I’d sin again for you,” he said softly. “I’d sin better.” And Elijah— Elijah was already hardening again. Because once you fuck a sinner in the confessional, you don’t stop.

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

Then I can finally get my shit together. Be a better person. Be a better man. Someone with a real purpose. I head towards the confessionals. Someone's already sitting inside, just waiting. The man's got pale skin and slightly graying hair. I kneel on the leather-covered cushion. The screen's new. The old one was thicker. More yellowish than brown. I stare at the crisscross pattern, my palms already put together. It's probably too late for me to list down all my sins since my last time in a confessional.

"Keep saying that. No one's gonna give you audience. It's bullshit." "It isn't. It's no bullshit." I knew I sounded like a ten-year-old but I didn't care. I couldn't bear having my name soiled. "I…" I covered my face as emotions wore me down. I was at my wit's end. A dry laugh left my lips. I was at my wits fucking end. It was surprising how I still hadn't totally gone crazy. "You can't run away from your sins—past, pal. We're in this together. Retribution is here."