Skin Of A Sinner Book Novels & Stories

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

"I think your view of the world is very narrow, Niko. There's no saints. We're all sinners. And as for redemption, I've never said anything about that, now did I?" He smiles, his black eyes shining. "You sure didn't. Tell me little Ms. Sinner: Just how dirty are you?" I eye him silently. I bring my hands to my shirt, unbuttoning the first one. His eyes fix themselves on the display, his smile falling in the slightest. I unbutton The second, slowly, deliberately. My fingers clasp the third, my cleavage poking through the shirt. "I guess you'll never know, huh?" I stand, as he chuckles lightly.

Exactly two weeks later the shop was already dark when Lila arrived. Cass opened the gate without a word, locked it behind her, and led her straight to the client chair. The vine on her ribs had finished peeling. The lines were clean and sharp, the skin no longer tender. He snapped on a glove out of habit, then seemed to remember he no longer needed to be careful. He pulled the glove off and tossed it aside. “Shirt off. Lie back.” Lila obeyed. Cass stood over her and traced the healed thorns with his bare fingertips, following every curve of the vine beneath her breast. The touch was proprietary. When he spoke, his voice was quieter than usual.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

"I want it to be easier to be angry." "Because anger is tidier than the alternative." "Yes." She reached across and covered my hand with hers — her skin warm and dry and familiar, the way it had been my entire life. "What is the alternative, Lara?" I looked at her; the birds moved at the window behind her head.

It was sexy enough to drop me to my knees right there on the cold floor. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, forcing a shaky smile that felt paper-thin. He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body in the chill of the basement. “Okay.” One single nod. His eyes never left mine. “Then tell me why you’ve been staring at Daddy like you want him to fuck you.” My stomach twisted hard at the word ‘Daddy’. It hit exactly like those filthy books I read in secret—the ones where a girl gets ruined by an older man and moans the word like a prayer while he fucks her senseless. Sweet and sick but perfect.

“You think you can outwit death? That thing bound to her isn’t human anymore.” I leaned back in my chair, grinning slightly. “Neither am I.” He turned away with a curse, mumbling something about fools and blood bills. But he didn’t stop me. He never did. That was his mistake. Later that night, when the camp was quiet, I returned to the book. Its pages were made of skinfold, stretched, mumbling as I turned them. The ink shimmered like dried blood. Each line pulsed softly, alive with illegal power.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the empty church, profane and perfect. "Harder," she demanded. "Make me feel every broken promise." He angled deeper, grinding against her clit with every plunge. His hand found her throat—not choking, just holding, possessive. She clenched around him, milking his cock, eyes rolling back. "Come inside me," she begged. "Fill your sinner. Mark me as yours." The words undid him. He slammed home one final time, cock pulsing as he emptied into her—hot, thick ropes painting her walls. She shattered again, cunt spasming, nails drawing blood down his shoulders as she wailed his name like a hymn.

“I'm not being sassy, it's the truth. Dare touch a hair on my skin and they will come for you and give you hell!” They felt slapped to the faces, four of them, especially the one who called me sassy. They were so good-ugly looking, all thanks to their eyes and before I could say another word, one was on my neck threatening to tear my flesh when they dragged him back instantly with a fierce whoosh. “What?” He yelled at them feeling so pissed. “ Can't you see how confident she is, insulting our ego and powers!” “That's the more reason you should be scared, you arse! No one has ever talked to a hunter or stared at their eyes but this rat fucking stared at my eye balls and sneered instead of dyi

The Lord doesn't accept the prayers of a sinner,” Roman whispered. "I'm not a sinner,” Sophia managed to hug her knees. “I’m not a sinner," "You were born a sinner, Sophia,” Alecia said again. “Chase told that to you. He did! Your parents were sinners! The man who kills for you is a sinner! The world you were born into is that of sinners! Everyone around you are sinners! That makes you a sinner!" "Please stop it,” Sophia covered her ears and placed her forehead on her knees. “I’m not a sinner. It doesn't mean I'm a sinner,"