Skin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

How many times he’d denied me only to force me over the edge again until I was sobbing and begging like a broken toy. I was broken. And I had never felt more alive. Silas stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with those black eyes that had haunted my dreams and nightmares for days. He was naked, his powerful body glistening with sweat, his thick cock still hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. Tattoos covered his chest and arms like dark scripture, shifting with every breath. He looked like a god of ruin quiet, terrifying, and completely in control. “Come here, Liora,” he said softly.

I want her lying awake, listening for sounds that never come. "She notices she's being followed, but she acts as if she isn't" I murmur to Xander, amusement curling in my chest. I could end this quickly. Break down her door, Demand payment, Leave her shaking and crying and not in the best kind of way either. and leave London completely. Get back to my life in New York and still kill Jerry motherfucking Harrison. She's just a woman in a big city. A bookstore attendant. Has a quiet life. Is Shy. Meek. Bland. Spoilt.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

It's something else entirely. Finally, he leans back, opening his own book. “You are trying to be honest with me, but you are holding back. I can feel it.” “I don’t know what you mean,” I murmur. “You think I’m dangerous,” he says, his voice soft. “You think I might hurt you, but you are still sitting with me. There is fear, but there is also curiosity. Admit it.” I can’t. But I feel the pull, the shock of realizing I have been judging him without a chance to see the truth. And then my curiosity pushes further. The words slip before I can stop them.

Tears filled my eyes as they replayed in my head. “My brother was a disgusting pervert, an abnormal freak who had also been possessed by a demon of lust,” I said in a small voice. “He said those words over and over to me till it stuck in my head, as if they were directed at me.” My mind replayed the way I had felt whenever he had opened his mouth to say even a word. And I would feel it deep down inside of my chest. Aiden the disgusting, the pervert, the freak and the demon possessed.

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

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.”)

The cover is worn and the leather is pealing off. I open it. Each page is all crinkled as if it's been used a lot. I look through the book. Poems? Each poem is so meaningful. Did she write this? INNER DEMONS: It's like a shadow in an eternal night It does not let you free it does not let you live in the light It takes you deeper into an endless tunnel It ensnares you with chains It pumps it's venom into your vains The darkness does not let it's prey go easily

part of me finally had to sit down at the same table. I looked down at my hands. They weren't glowing with sunset-gold fire anymore. They were stained with Black Ink. Not a curse, not a corruption, but the literal substance of my life. My skin felt human—soft, vulnerable, and capable of scarring. For the first time in 169 chapters, I felt like I could actually bleed without it being a "plot point." "It’s quieter than you expected, isn't it?"

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.