Novelas y relatos de Stepping Into Sin

DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE! As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows on the pavement, I find myself standing outside the Mitchell household. I hesitate for a moment. My sweaty nervous hand are hovering over the polished doorknob with my heart pounding with equal parts fear and anticipation. A voice inside me urges me to step back, to resist and flee from the temptation that lay beyond this door. But another voice, controlled by desire and curiosity, whispers seductively, beckoning me to take that fateful step..... With a mixture of eagerness and longing, I turn the knob, my heart pounding hard and relentlessly in my ears like a tribal drum. Well, what's the jumpiness for? I am only here

"Shinee, you're wrong. Does your past unnerve me, yes. But I'm not looking to change you or to hope you have other abilities. Trust me, I want nothing more than for you to be who you tell me you are, for you to be who you act like when you're with me." It couldn't be more true. As much as I would like to believe that the kindness Shinee has extended me recently is a part of his behavior, of his personality, I know better. He is a Sin, one who has lived a long time, and has made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. That I know for certain.

he said, coming over to me and gently kissing my lips with my thumb in his mouth. “Now stop sulking and get your thoughts straight.” He stood and walked out of the room. My mind went back to Fred; he was so much like his father, so much that it reminded me of him; he was nonchalant and sex-driven; they both had the charm for sex, yet perverted. You know, when I lay on the bed, thinking about my life in the near future, I could say my first time wasn’t with my boyfriend but with my stepbrother, the second was with my stepfather, and my third was

I touched the ground with a thud and scanned the area preparing to murder whoever had witnessed my super woman act. Satisfied with the environment, I jogged towards the flight of stairs and descended down two at a time consoling myself with my hyper Bitch mode that would disappear if I saw a lizard. God, I hated the creatures, they brought hell out of me. I could hear the sad beats of my heart pounding loudly as a result of fear that I refused to give attention. "Now you are fucked up, you did this to yourself, " my subconscious screamed at me.

Sinclair watches me with his breathing heavy as I pop the finger in my mouth, and I meet his gaze with a small smirk on my face, thrusting the finger in my mouth, and shutting my eyes to the savoury taste of his orgasm. "Come here, " Sin mutters under his breath as I move to my stand, his hand moving down the length of my arm, and his finger grazes over lips; trailing over the lines before he leans forward and mashes his lips against mine. I groan as his hands find my ass cheeks, and he's lifting me in his hands; heading to God knows where while I bury my fingers through his curls, pressing hard against his chest. It isn't long before Sinclair drops to the floor, and my mind registers the fa

He looked at the glass on the table, her fingerprint faint on the rim. He’d crossed a line no oath or brotherhood could fix. And the worst part? He didn’t regret it. He stood, walked to the door, and stared out into the rain. Every instinct he had screamed to protect her. Every rule he’d ever lived by said to let her go. He whispered to himself, “What the hell are you doing, man?” He stayed there until her footsteps upstairs faded, until all he could hear was his own heartbeat. Then he sat back down, elbows on his knees, and forced himself to breathe.

Her head was tilted back against the pillows, her eyes closed. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders, the way her hair caught the light, how she stretched languorously across the bed, all of it held him captive. Her lips were slightly parted, as if sighing the notes of a silent, private melody. Her movements were fluid, almost mesmerizing, as if the world outside this small window did not exist. “God! she doesn’t even know I’m here,” he whispered to himself. A rush of heat flooded Steven, a sensation so intense it was almost painful. He was trespassing, peering into a sacred space, and yet he could not muster the will to retreat. His body, long dormant to such stirrings, was awake and sc

“Get in.” The street feels suddenly too quiet, too exposed. I clutch my shoes tighter, my chest aching, torn between pride and exhaustion. And standing there under the streetlight, barefoot and broken, I realize I don’t have the strength to argue. I take a small step toward the car. And then another and the passenger door opens. “Get in,” Andre says once more. And I do, without saying anything.

I giggled and escaped the mouth of Abia, “Don't worry Karissa, all your questions will be answered any moment now.? She said before sipping her tea once more. Sin, looking tensed, already visibly sweating, finally made eye contact with me, and I met his gaze with a shake of my head in disbelief. I honestly Don't think I can trust him anymore. Sin finally stands from his seat and begins walking back and forth with his hands on his chin. He finally speaks up, stuttering at his first few words. “O-okay, L-listen guys, I'm sorry I haven't told you about my brother all along, but you have to trust me on this one; he is no good; he's just a demon; I mean, we all have secrets. We can't share with a

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.