Stolen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

William’s eyes lifted slowly meeting his stepmother’s, there was no love there, no mercy, only cold hatred. “Apologize?” he whispered. His voice was thin and broken. “Yes,” Camille said firmly. “You will kneel, you will bow your head, and you will say you are sorry for trying to ruin a pastor’s daughter. You will confess your wrongs, and maybe, maybe this family’s name can be saved.” Mr. Stevenson stepped forward, his face red with anger. “That is too much, Camille. He has done nothing that deserves such humiliation, William is my only son and I will not see him treated like a criminal.”

I thought that after this incident, he might finally learn his lesson and stop pulling this kind of stunt. Unexpectedly, another delivery showed up outside my door that evening. I took it downstairs and tossed it into the trash along with the garbage from my apartment. When I came back upstairs, Derek was once again standing outside my door arguing with a delivery driver. The moment he saw me, he pointed a finger in my direction. "Was it you who stole my food? You pathetic freeloader. I caught you once at lunchtime, and now you've got the nerve to steal it again tonight?"

“I didn’t see it and I didn’t take it. I swear in my life that I’m not a thief.” “And how do you expect me to believe you when all you’ve done is try to climb your way to the top?” She chastised. “I know what you are and I chose to help you but this is how you repay me? By stealing my birthday gift? If you wanted a gift, you could have said it and I would have gladly given you something but stealing from me? That’s so wrong! How could you!” A drop of tears slipped down my cheek. “I swear I didn’t steal it. I swear on my life. I never saw it so I didn’t take it and I don’t steal. Please believe me.”

she said dismissively. "Hold on! What do you mean you're not doing paychecks anymore?" "I'm ready to join you" "What? Stop playing with me" Olivia says chuckling. It was no news that Olivia was into the business of trading her body for money. That was the only way that she could afford to own a big house in the city and a Porsche truck. "Olivia, I'm not. That weird lady humiliated me and everything I live for, simply because I worked as a janitor. I'm tired of all that shit"

“I don’t know what you mean by that…” “He’s a Sin, that’s what they do,” he explains with a shrug, taking a sip out of the cup of water I hadn’t noticed was in front of him. I’m too entranced by his intense gaze, the way he appears to be reading me with no more than a few glances. It’s eerie. “They draw you in, get you to trust them before they destroy you.” “He wouldn’t do that.” "I wouldn't suggest going to his cell, he cannot be trusted," Stace says as a final warning, leaning back into the chair. "Especially not around a mortal."

I cut in, “A woman who had the misfortune of crossing paths with you. And what did you do? You tortured her, made her beg, made her suffer. All in the name of what, Giovanni? God?” He recoiled as if my words were physical blows, “She… she was a sinner,” he choked out, the words tumbling from his lips like a confession. “She tempted us… tempted me… It was her fault, her evil. We were just… we were just cleansing her soul.”

Maria, ever watchful and apprehensive, stood by his side, her eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and defiance. Realizing that his ploy might buy them some time from his relentless siblings, Asmo sought out a car to commandeer. Despite Maria's objections, he revealed the true nature of the parking lot – it belonged to Satan himself. Asmo figured that it was unlikely Satan would come looking for them in his own domain. Once Maria understood they were stealing from the one described as a liar and a thief in biblical texts, she reluctantly allowed Asmo to proceed with his dubious plan.

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

“You may call it a mistake, Jude, but the truth is, you wanted it. You gave in. Don’t act like I forced you. You kissed me back. You touched me. You can’t erase that.” Her words stab at the wound already bleeding inside me. My knees weaken, and I grip the doorframe for support. She is right. I gave in. I can’t deny that. I step into the washroom and shut the door behind me, my reflection staring back at me from the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot, my face pale, my lips trembling. I have sinned. And the worst part is, I can’t take it back.