Stolen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

" She's pregnant, Dylan. You know she is. She's carrying... The heir to the crown. Your future Sultan." Hamish turned his back on his friend to refill his glass. He really was cursed. It was certain that the gods had a grudge against him... His situation was really shitty... He had spent a magical and truly intense night with her. But when he woke up, she was gone. He should have taken her flight as a sign of destiny... However, he was impressed by her sweetness and innocence and even felt guilty about what had happened between them...

And I just stood there, in that cold room full of diamonds, holding back the kind of scream that could shatter glass. I still stood there, with the door still swinging behind Jeremy as he disappeared from the house. My fingers had trembled. I had planned to leave tonight...sneak out, vanish from Smith's life, start over. But now? I’d crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. I had stolen from Smith. Not just anything..heirlooms. History. Things passed down through generations. For Jeremy. That bastard. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest. This wasn’t just betrayal. It was the ultimate sin.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

Then, the thought slips into my head like temptation— ‘Steal it. “I have already broken the commandments, what's to say I can't add one more? I'm doing it for a child, ain't I?” I whisper to myself. “It's not actually a sin, is it?” Even as I say it out loud, the words don't feel so accusing anymore. Thou shall not kill. Thou shall not lie. Thou shall not steal. I have already lied multiple times than I can count. At this point, I might be awarded a gold medal in that department. Tonight, I'm standing in a mobster’s house, considering the ridiculous idea of stealing from the cops.

I said softly rubbing his sweat-soaked hair with my gloved hands. Alicio winced, too tired to cry, but I wanted the tears to fall so I pulled his hair and continued, “What crime did you commit?” A drop of tear fell from his left eye, and his face was red and bloated. “I'm innocent… I was ordered to steal something from the Winters… I promise… I promise I wasn't informed it was the Winters property… I …” The so-called bastard, Alicio had stolen from us and that was why father wanted him to have a slow death? I scoffed already feeling guilty, but my hands were tied — they were always tied.

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.

I masked my gag with a broken sob, “He’s been so unruly since his father left. Oh, I think I might faint.” The merchant patted my hand, cradling it in his own. He licked his lips, “Do not worry, beautiful girl, we will find him.” While I preened and blubbered, feeding the man breadcrumbs to keep his attention, Azrael slithered behind his stall and pocketed some of the more expensive pieces of jewelry he kept tucked away. I’d felt terrible about stealing up until I witnessed the man pickpocket a little old lady. It was hard to muster any sympathy after that.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I suppose the rest of the world still has to hear about my sin before I ultimately pass away. I faced the camera with a blank expression on my face. "The sin I performed was I commanded my father to stole from someone else, even against his will, simply for me," I said solemnly. "Although my father is a decent senator, I taught him how to corrupt people for my own personal gain." Technically, that's not correct, but dad still stole from others for the same purpose. He doesn't want to do the theft then that means I forced him to do that. Because it was my responsibility that he committed that act, I am the true sinner.

That would be too much guilt for him to carry for the rest of his life. “How could you do that to my princess?" Dad's voice broke and I felt guilty. "You said she’s like a sister to you!" he exclaimed in disgust. “You took advantage of her knowing that since she was a kid she likes you more than us," his tone was likely to be dangerous. "You stole her innocence, you screwed her!" he yelled. "This is not acceptable you should take responsibility for your actions!” that was it he got hysterical. I could tell that Dad was clearly affected and devastated by what happened. I understood his actions because since I was a child he's really protective of me.