روايات وقصص ضمن Skin Of A Sinner Audiobook

My tears were still falling, but something inside me had gone cold. He saw it. Theodore straightened his shoulders, forcing dignity back into his posture. “This recording is clearly corrupted,” he added, his voice sharpened with each word. “A digital fabrication. A desperate stunt by a grieving woman.” That sentence should have hurt. Once, it would have. Once, it would have sent me spiraling into doubt and into shame. Into that old familiar prison where every feeling I had was made to seem like evidence against me. But not now. Not anymore.

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.”)

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

I stopped myself from continuing my sentence and just bit my lower lip hard. I wasn’t sure if I could still continue what I wanted to tell him. I was shivering and sweating too, thinking how I could voice out about him being a former drug addict. It was making my chest feel so hefty that I couldn’t even breathe. I didn’t like this feeling. I couldn’t do it. Silence reigned between us for a few minutes, until… “Ah, okay. I finally got it, Diane. So, you want to know the truth behind that rumor?” The smile on his lips quickly faded. For a fraction of seconds, his calm face transitioned into being serious. I couldn’t even trace the exact location of his dimple.

“My favorite was the monk. I possessed his favorite nun and made her sneak into his cell. She sucked him off while he tried to pray the rosary out loud. Every time he stumbled over a prayer, she took him deeper. He finished down her throat, sobbing for God to strike him dead. The other monks heard everything through the walls.” My cock strains now, aching. I hate my body for this betrayal. I reach for the small vial of holy oil I keep beside me and quickly apply some to my forehead, tracing the sign of the cross. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I cast out any unclean spirit,” I say firmly. A low, devilish chuckle comes through the lattice. Not human. It sl

Even though the mansion’s central air conditioning was humming perfectly, blasting a crisp, cool breeze through the corridors, I felt like I was boiling from the inside out. My skin was on fire, my blood rushing through my veins like liquid lava. I needed fresh air. I needed to escape the suffocating reality of the DeLuca name. I began walking aimlessly down the long, dimly lit hallway, my head bowed low, my eyes staring unseeingly at the polished marble floor. My thoughts were a chaotic hurricane, tearing through my sanity. How am I supposed to survive this? How do I look at Alaric across the table knowing he bought me to fix his son's image, while my body still aches from what he did to me

He kept scrolling, breathing getting heavier, chest rising and falling as he read deeper. “Listen to this nasty shit… ‘He grabbed her by the throat, shoved her face down on the desk and rammed his fat cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt, spanking her ass red while she begged him to breed her like the slut she was.’” His voice dropped even lower on the dirty parts, and I saw the front of his jeans thicken, that heavy bulge pushing against the denim. My thighs pressed together tight, my cunt clenching hard because holy shit, hearing him read my own words back to me like that was making me soak right through my panties.

that I lost the moment I follow my heart and set-aside the restriction. To love, to being alive! “Who's that?” someone look at me the same a person look at the prisoners in the dungeon. There's despise in there, and fear to unknown... My heart tremble. “You saw-” “So I'm not dellussion,” he murmured. “Good thing to know...the diety also sinned!” “Trees... It's you,” I bitterly said. “You disgusted me!” he shaken to cold, look at me as if it was my fault. “Don't call my name freak! You, sinner!”