Stepping Into Sin Novels & Stories

It was beautiful. I stood there for quite some time, watching the night sky. I think of how my life was before all this drama, and my family, missing them terribly. I was getting used to Sin even when I didn’t want to, and I couldn't seem to do anything to prevent it. He was right when he said he wanted to possess every single thought in my head, and he is doing a perfect job at it. I can’t help but blame everything on myself. I blame myself for letting Stephanie talk me into going to his club that night. I blame myself for putting them in danger since they were under Sin's constant watch. I blame myself for wanting Sin.

I'm trapped, and the realization sinks in like a weight on my chest. Sin takes a step closer, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper. "You know, I've spent all these years planning my revenge. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to make you pay for what you did to me. And now it seems that opportunity has presented itself on a silver platter. How delightful." His words send a jolt of fear through my body, and I find myself desperately searching for an escape route but I know I am not getting out of here without giving him what he wants.

Taken from the corrupted hearts and souls, the characters will be a mix of the sins that made them who they are. “Very well.” The gate and pentagram appear and draw right to where they are standing. Then the door opens as they all step inside and walk away with a clear mission and purpose in mind. To conquer everything that they seem to fit with their particular sins. “Until then, our God and Master.” Mike’s voice echoes in a soft whispering way. Sending his respectful assurance to their Master with the pure heart to do what he needed to do and quickly. Not to please anyone, but his Master whom he is serving right now.

The distance between us is just a few steps, and I feel like I’m there on a couple of inches. "Come on," I ordered her bravely and stepped toward her. He doesn't take his eyes off her with me as he fulfills my order and willingly steps. We meet halfway, in the middle of the hallway, as he threatens us at any moment the danger of falling like cold water on our heads, of making us conscious, but instead, it attracts us and encourages us to step deeper into the source of sin pleasure.

Chapter Nine- Under The Table Sins Part Three every movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my legs for my mother's husband! ~♧~• Pleasure is a sin.

He was getting used to this. He knew she wasn't part of the plan, Jemi was. And for refusing to atone he was ready to go to length to make her suffer. Like right now. He smiled. She'd be so scared to even shut her eyes, and she was going to leave with the fear till he came for her. And for the girl, she should be glad she was chosen to honor. The wages of sin He walk through the entrance of the big church, it was empty, always empty. Everyone was going astray, pushing into a world of sin, rejecting the one who wanted them. It was no shocker The Voice was being pushed to wrath and he felt the anger.

You are allowed to feel deeply without having everything figured out. Welcome to the world of Irresistible Sin. I hope you find something honest here. I hope you find something human. And most of all, I hope you feel welcome. With gratitude, Anne Author

The smile on her face vanished, and then she said: “If I am evil, what are you? You hated your own sister because she didn’t want to marry an heir? Tell me. Have you ever thought about what your sister’s life would have been if she had married as a betrothed? Did you think Merikh would have loved her this way if she were raised as his betrothed? All you thought of was why she didn’t marry to save your father and mother. Before you think of calling me evil, you should ask your dead parents why they borrowed money they couldn’t pay. Then ask your fucking self if you were human for hating on her. Only then can you justly call me evil.” Her words landed like knives, each sentence a blade carving

At this moment, I realize that I just walked into hell, the den of one of the biggest and deadliest mafia Lords in the world. And not even the heavenly scenery, gardens and fountains can cheer me up. Tears rush to my eyes, but I bravely blink them back. Showing weakness at this point won't benefit me. I keep my head down, refusing to see anything. In this case, seeing too much will put me in trouble or get me killed. The first rule of surviving in a mafia den is ‘see nothing, hear nothing’. And I'm very determined to keep the rules. I vaguely realize when we enter an elevator, when the elevator stops, and when we walk into the room where they finally drop me off. I look up and see Leonardo f

But at some point, I had to stop and pull myself back to reality. I can’t be getting intimate with my stepbrothers. Sadly, when Easton arrived today, I couldn’t control myself. I have loved him—and him only. So it would take time before I can resist his charm. The way he came in with hunger in his eyes had sparked something in me. But thankfully, I remembered the things he had said to me and my mood soured. But now I felt dirty again…because it looked like I was going down another forbidden path with my other stepbrother.