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I don't know for how long I stayed there under the shower trying to wash myself clean. Trying to make myself deserving for him... But no matter how long I tried I will never deserve him They say every priest has a past and every sinner has a future. But for Andro a sin can never be forgotten.. No matter how hard the sinner tries As once the hands get coloured in sin nothing can rinse it away for him. ...............................

After all taking about the Queen is a sin and he is a sinner for doing it. *** Your thoughts on the chapter? Do tell me in the review box or comment it here.

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

Not now, not ever. The city seemed impossibly large and yet unbearably small. Every shadow might conceal danger, every alley might hide enemies, but Nicholas no longer feared. His grief was a weapon, sharpened by love and loss. And his heart, though fractured, beat for Rafe still, carrying the weight of every stolen kiss, every whispered confession, every night they had shared in both lust and longing. He turned back to the room, the journal still clutched to his chest, and allowed himself one final whisper into the darkness: “This world may have taken you, Rafe, but I will carry you with me, always. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Every sin. Every devotion.”

“Hmm… Isioma, God told me to desist from the act and repent while I still can. He told me that I can't serve two masters at once, that I have to pick a side. Then He told me to warn Steve too, that I should help him see the light by all means. And lastly, just before I woke up, God told me to read Leviticus chapter eighteen verse twenty-two.” “And did you?” “Yes, I did. I woke up sweating profusely and I picked my Bible at once and opened the passage, which says, "You shall not lie with a male as with a female; it is an abomination."” “Hmm…” “I also researched further and stumbled upon First Corinthians chapter six verse nine, which says, "…Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inher

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He looked like the temptation every scripture warned about, smiling in the face of sanctity. His eyes met mine and stayed there. I forced myself to breathe. “Let us begin,” I said, stepping to the pulpit. My voice didn’t sound like mine. As I spoke, he didn’t look away. His smirk deepened every time my words faltered. “Repentance,” I said, “is the act of turning away from sin.” Ezreal tilted his head, his lips barely moving. I could read them. ‘Which sin, Father? Mine… or yours?’

The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking. She felt completely wrecked. Every inch of her body ached in the most delicious and shameful way. Her nipples were still hard and sensitive from his biting and sucking. Her pussy throbbed with a deep, satisfying soreness, and she could still feel the warmth of his release inside her. The taste of him lingered on her tongue from their earlier kisses. She had never been fucked so thoroughly, so possessively, in her entire life. And yet, despite the guilt clawing at her

“My brother thinks you’re holding me prisoner. And maybe he’s right. Maybe I am a prisoner here.” Kaelan’s hand tightened on my waist. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing my temple. “You’re not a prisoner. You signed the contract. You chose this.” I pushed at his chest until he let me sit up. The sheet pooled around my waist, leaving my breasts exposed, but I didn’t care anymore. “I chose to save my family. I didn’t choose to fall into bed with you every time we fight. I didn’t choose to start craving you even when I know I should hate you.”

"And you still believe it's the right thing to do?" I moved toward the door, buttoning my jacket. "I believe she deserves more than what she's been handed, and I'm in a position to give that to her in exchange for something I genuinely need." I glanced back at him. "Whether it's the right thing or not depends entirely on whether I keep my word." "Then keep it," Franklin said simply. I left his office and sat in the back of the car heading uptown, watching the city blur past the window. Benjamin texted me at some point; three messages in a row.