Stolen By A Sinner Novels & Stories

“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.

Aiden asked and I shook my head almost immediately, dreading to tell him the truth, but having no choice. "Forgive me, father for I have sinned. I was a witch and my lover killed me. Or he thought he did. And now I am reborn and wish to right the wrong of my forefathers but I have to steal from a holy place to get it. Forgive me father for I have sinned, and will take the half of the book now that I have found it and will avenge those that have been killed." Caleb continued "Tamara's face went pale immediately she heard it and I didn't understand, not even when the Father said that the woman who'd made the confession had sent a donation weeks later after the fire that destroyed the church. U

However, it was evident that my vision was failing me. "El, you've gone through so much over the years," Ivor choked back sobs as he stood beside me. To help me see him better, he leaned closer and guided my hand across his face, tracing the outline inch by inch. "You've grown old. You've all grown old." My voice was raspier than ever. Wiping a tear away with deep sorrow, Jeffrey gently ran his fingers over my scars. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. My little El has suffered a bitter life; she truly has."

Knowing she could not dally anymore, she shouted, "Okay, okay! I will tell you the real truth now! Just stop!" Laura's dark skin now seemed to sag, weighed down by the crushing burden of her secret. Her grey hair appears dull and lifeless, like a veil of shame cast over her face. Her brown eyes, once warm and loving, now filled with tears, brimming with a deep remorse that threatened to spill over. Her voice trembled, a barely audible whisper, as if the words themselves were toxic, poisoning her very soul. "Tristan, I, I stole you," she stammers, the words hanging in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down, daring him to confront the truth.

“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.

He said with boldness looking at Danielle straight in the face with no remorse in his eyes. Danielle turned her face away from the two men and glanced at Henry, who was standing a few steps away from her. “How do I get Fred?” she injured. “Search for him, Thomas, and I will search for him.” He said, feeling sad for his boss; he knows how it feels to be betrayed, especially by a family member. Nodding her head she turned again to face the two men, “what do I do with you two, what do I do?” She asked, looking up at the ceiling like beseeching Almighty to give her wisdom on what to do. “Forgiveness is, please forgive us, ma’am. This will never happen again.” Peter’s voice buzzed in her ears. Ri

"I tell ye my friend, I didn't change 'er mind nor did she want to give me the book. I used my charms on 'er by making 'er mind. No, why should I lie to ye? In all honesty, I took the book without 'er knowin'." Louisa looked at her friend with horror. "You stole the book?" "Stole? That's what ye'd call it. But I am telling ye the truth; what I did was takin' and not stealin'. But if ye say I stole it, then I did. I did it for ye, Louisa. I had sleepless night thinkin' of the book for yer sake. I thought and thought askin' myself 'ow will I get it?', and the one thing came to my mind that night like a whisper. Ye should understand it was night; a night is a time of the dark to manipulate our

he said, trying to go back to sleep. “But… your black card was in that wallet. It has access to all your liquid cash. Are you sure it wasn’t stolen?” Rome shot up. “You said there’s a GPS tracker, right? Then find it.” His eyes darkened. “I’m sure that crazy girl stole it. Bring her to me, alive or dead.” “Yes, sir,” Adrian said, nodding firmly before leaving. Rome leaned back, a sinister grin playing on his lips. “She chose the wrong man to mess with. I’ll show her what it means to cross Rome Sinclair.”

"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?"