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“He doesn’t even remember what happened back then. Does that bother you?” “I…I guess it does. A bit.” “Why?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to turn this into a therapy session?” My tone was light, desperately wanting to change the topic. But there was no bullshitting Dante. “It bothers you my dear friend because you know deep down that your revenge means nothing if the poor boy does not even know the sins he’s atoning for. And when you really look at it, Beneditti is the one you should be punishing.” “I am punishing him,” I gritted out.

“You can leave me tomorrow. You can take the baby, take the money, and disappear. I have no legal right to stop you.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up a hand, stopping me. “Please,” he whispered. His eyes were wet, the gold flecks drowning in grey. “Please don't say anything yet. Just let me say this. I have spent my entire life taking things. Taking power. Taking lives. Taking you. And for the first time in my miserable existence, I am giving something back. I am giving you your freedom.” He pulled his hands out of his pockets. He stepped toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. He cupped my face in his trembling hands—the same hands that had signed away his empire.

I should curse his name and flee. But my body was a traitor. As his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity surged through me, pooling low in my belly. It wasn't the polite, distant touch I was used to from Simon. Ethan’s heat radiated through his shirt, searing my palms, and for the first time in my life, the "good girl" inside me went quiet. I didn't want to be a martyr anymore. I didn't want to be a placeholder or a business transaction.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

“Go on, my child. The Lord is merciful.” The grip on my hands grows firmer. I breathe, watching Lady Tina squirming like an earthworm under salt rain. Dammit! Confess already, the Lord is ready to hear your bitching! “I-I had… It was—” Tina's head falls on her palm. Snot and tears. Then she chokes out. “Mother of mercy, save my soul! I had carnal knowledge of my married boss! Adultery is a sin. I accept I’m guilty of it and ask for his divine mercy!”

It’s more sensational and my body felt so sensitive to him. “ We’re indeed friends, but can’t you see that we’re all a sinner? We’re born to become a sinner. We live for sins, and die for it. “ He stated that made me even more puzzled. What does he mean? A sinner? But can’t they change it into good ones?

“Right? But still…you know what death is like. It doesn't really care.” “Do you pray?" “What?" “God's lover?" He shook his head with a wan smile. “Always wish. But sometimes, I wonder if I'm worthy." “Same here. I feel the same way at times. But His word says in Romans 3 in verse 23, that all has sinned and fallen short of God's glorious standard. And in first John 1 vs 9, he says if we confess our sins to him, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and cleanse us from all wickedness."

She added. It was because of Hana. She called Hana a sinner. All is a sinner, I knew, for all have sinned and failed to live up to the virtuous of being humane – through mind, word, and deed. But being humane is not only pertinent to the people around you, it should also be to you. This convent made Hana a sinner, even though she was the least sinner of us all. And what made it worse was she was stricken and banished with her approval. With Mother Renata’s yes.

One or more blessed souls, being pure and sinless, within a final period of seven consecutive days, without rest, they will be able to kill one or more blessed souls. Being them, they will be free from any fear and sin, and being pure, not being induced by practice, being of spontaneous free initiative. - Said. — Only of his own accord and initiative. - The man in question must not know the exact issue of his winnings from the bet. - If sinners kill the innocent, it won't count. - Said. – Because sinners will always kill since they sin. A sinner can influence an innocent person to kill. - Said. – And he will gain part of that innocent person’s wishes.

Elijah stayed pressed to his back, forehead against the wood, still inside him, still breathing like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “God,” he whispered. Rum chuckled hoarsely, lips curling. “You think He’s still listening?” Silence. Then Elijah pulled out slowly, watching his cúm slide out of Rum’s ruined hole. Rum turned, eyes half-lidded, mascara smudged, face flushed. “I’d sin again for you,” he said softly. “I’d sin better.” And Elijah— Elijah was already hardening again. Because once you fuck a sinner in the confessional, you don’t stop. You preach with your cóck.