Stolen By A Sinner Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We never touched. But I dreamed about him every night. Imagined him fucking me in the chapel… on his knees for me too. When he transferred away, I couldn’t pray anymore. I touched myself thinking of him while wearing the collar. That’s why I left. I was already damned.” Seong growled possessively. He rose up, lined up again, and sank back in with one smooth thrust, cum squelching obscenely. “That’s my good little sinner,” he praised, voice rougher now. “You’re mine now. No other man gets to live in that filthy head.”

An angry Steven said walking out but paused in his tracks and turned to look at their faces one more time "And if ever you finally reconsider and decide to speak up without me fishing you out myself, I still won't spare you. Remind me to kill you when you do 'cause you shouldn't have snitched in the first place. Snitching is a sin and persons found guilty are sinners who deserve to be punished. I am no Priest whom you'll come to confess your sins to. I'll murder you without thinking twice" That said, Steven stomped out of the room in high dungeon.

“Because this... this is on us.” Cassian frowns, the lines of his face hardening. “What do you mean?” I draw a deep breath, the weight of my confession heavy on my heart. “The kidnapper’s words... ‘You, with your thrones built on the backs of the fallen, with your crowns stained with the blood of the innocent, you are the architects of your own demise.’ He’s right. Rhiannon… is paying for our sins. My sins.” Malachi’s anger, always simmering just beneath the surface, flares. “That’s nonsense! We can’t let the past dictate—”

I jumble my words as I cuss out, swearing and knowing that I would get back at them for doing such evil things to me. "You took something that belonged to us, Sin," Smokey says taking a step behind to actually look at me. "You think so?" well, that's a fucking lie because you stole from me and left your accomplice behind like she was worth nothing," I throw out. Gunner strikes me again in the face, and Smokey grabs his chest and arm, pulling him behind while he speaks. "Don't damage Sinclair Sorvino, Gunner, we don't want to run into trouble with him, especially when we are on the hide," Smokey says.

"Let's get right to the point, shall we? Who is it you are wanting eliminated?" There is a small pause before he speaks again, his voice hinting at an underlying contempt. "You see...I don't need you to eliminate anyone. I simply need you to retrieve something." "Retrieve something?" I ask, unable to help the surprise that seeps into my voice. "You want to pay us five million dollars for petty theft?" "Well, it's not necessarily as easy as you may be thinking, Thea." The man replies quietly. "It is hidden somewhere, but I know the location, though it will not be easy to access-it is well-guarded. Do you think you are capable?"

She didn't want to be a part of a talented pair of daughters; she wanted to be the only sun in the sky, and she wanted me to be the dirt beneath her heels. Her eyes locked onto Damien, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head. She had found a new target, a more glittering prize than Landon could ever be. The game had officially begun, and the stakes were everything to me. I felt a cold shiver of dread crawl up my spine. Amara didn't just steal men; she colonized them, stripping them of their will until they were nothing more than accessories to her ego.

I said, tilting my head, “is stealing from the Moretti.” I paused. Let the words settle not only for him. But to all in the room. “Another sin… is lying.” His knees hit the floor before the sentence fully landed. The sound echoed, bone against floor. “Please!” He crawled forward, palms flat, suit creasing beneath him. “Please, sir. I beg you. I’ll return everything. E-every container. Every dollar. Immediately. I swear it. I swear on my children.” Tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the polished floor like water on glass.

I am the devil himself, and his claim that it was the devil's influence made it seem as though I had influenced his stealing. "Are you trying to say I’m the one who lured you into stealing from the clan?" I asked, and his eyes widened in realization of what he had just said. He quickly threw his head to the ground. "I’m sorry, Don Alessio. I was just being greedy. I promise you, it won’t happen again. Please give me a second chance," he pleaded. But too bad—I don’t give second chances to men like him who aren’t satisfied with their pay.

But Alessia had broken every rule: leaving before noon, stealing high-end items, and surrendering herself to the rebuke of the superiors around her. Her mind, which had always run along straight and candid lines, blurred over with a fog of adrenaline. Years of mastery-thieving seemed like mere seconds at the thought of getting caught. It was rare for such an occurrence to happen, yet in a moment of utter recklessness whilst swiping items from the foreign gypsy tradesmen, her false sense of bravado had her forgetting to check sideways for onlookers and most importantly, for the owner. Maker, Alessia desperately prayed to the Moon Goddess above. If I survive tonight, I swear never to steal and

Ruby laid back into the posh white sofa, bouncing a small white ball, to and fro against the wall, "if I had anything special about me, I'd have rob banks with it and wouldn't be broke now." "Thievery is a sin!" "Then I could be the biggest sinner there is in the world." Rydian faked a gasped at the unworried girl and she continued tapping on the, "so are you going to finally tell me what you want from me?" "Are you sure you're ready to hear it? It might need the most heroic deed for the good of the world and if you say you are the biggest sinner, do you deserve to hear it?"