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The repentance book still lay open on the table beside us — the same one Ciara had read from while he fingered her. “Read,” he ordered, voice dark. “First paragraph. Adultery. Out loud.” My hands shook as I pulled the heavy book closer. My voice came out hoarse: “I… I renounce the sin of adultery… I reject all impure desires for another’s body… I offer my weakness as penance to the Lord…” “Good boy,” he praised softly. Then his hands were on me again.

"But I assure you we are only humans, and contrary to what the church would have you believe, we are fallible, and will therefore, always fail." "We are blessed by Truth," he continued. "But let us not forget that we are also children of Ayla, bearing within us her gifts, as Truth fashioned us from her. It is from these gifts that we give rise to emotions, and it is these emotions that make us sin." He paused, his finger tapping against the top of his table. "So how do we help ourselves? It is simple. All sins are vanity born from our inability to truly understand Ayla's gifts, leading us to misuse them. However," he walked around to lean on his table, "everyone has their vices. And I tell t

“Not just the consequence meted out by an aware, awake society built on the sometimes sturdy pillars of law and order, but the true, inescapable, sometimes damning consequences of a Holy Father who sees all and, from that, will bring balance to one’s eternal soul, righting wrongs, if need be, in often mysterious, unavoidable ways. “Do you understand?” Her chair squeaked as she leaned forward, her elbows on the desk bracketing his now infamous file. “To allow you to walk back into the lion’s den of potential temptation, the apparently unavoidable sin of young, innocent flesh, is a test. Should you fail, there will be consequences.” Her fingers laced into boney, pale fists. “Not just from our

I’d stood in that pulpit and condemned fornication, adultery, every shade of sin… while I was busy ruining Mia’s virgin cunt, stretching her open, teaching her how to ride me until she soaked my sheets. Like King David— the man after God’s own heart— who saw Bathsheba, took her, and tried to hide the child he’d planted. He broke every commandment, arranged murder to cover it, yet God still forgave him. Still used him. Maybe there was room for a sinner like me too. But watching Mia tremble, pale and breaking apart right in front of me… that destroyed me more than anything. Her pain was mine. I’d made this mess.

But my lips would not move. “I see it in you,” Grace said softly, almost tenderly. “The battle. The hunger. The fear.” Her hand pressed lightly over my wrist, holding it, though not tightly. My fingers trembled. “You think you are ruined already,” she continued. “You think you cannot be cleansed. But sin is not in the body, my child. Sin is in surrender. It is in the choice.” Her eyes pierced mine. Her fingers trailed once more down my arm, so slowly that my skin burned beneath the fabric.

To the blonde stranger man who had pointed a gun at me, now sat here, calm and unmoved, as if this entire situation amused him. Sin… Who are you? ----------------------------------------

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

" My heart sank upon hearing his words. He had always sided with Faith in my last life. He would constantly use this same excuse while doing so. At the time, I understood that a life debt was a huge deal, and that was why I never fussed about it. However, that didn't mean he was going to shackle me down with moral obligations in this life! Besides, I honestly wasn't even sure whether Faith was actually his mother's savior or that he was just using this excuse to placate me. So, I squashed the anger in my heart into a ball as I forced myself to straighten his collar before saying with a smile, "You've misunderstood me. I just think that you should see her off at the airport yourself since she

“Can we get the markings, or does the Beta Commander need to inspect my throat himself?” Imani’s eyes flicked instantly toward the heavy double doors behind her. She reached into her drawer, pulling out two heavy pieces of parchment already stamped with the pack seal. “Take them. Go down to the Moon Docks and pay the tribute to Rafe Moonhunter. Do not stay here, Johnson. Malakai is... he is not the male his father was. He smells everything.” “Thank you,” I said, taking the papers. “Corwin, stay a moment,” Imani said quickly, her voice dropping into a harsh whisper as she grabbed Corwin’s leather vest. “What the hell are you doing bringing a male with that face into this den?”