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Caleb replied with a gentle smile. The room went silent for a moment. Then, Asher cursed, "What the hell? You really know how to get people where it hurts. Fine! We're in. Forget about her. I could even make a rock fall in love with me if I wanted to!" "If you post those photos, I'll kill you!" Marcus warned through gritted teeth. Caleb's lips curled into a smirk. "Relax. She's easy to manipulate. One spark, and she'll light right up."

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

I begged, bending over my cheek against the cool glass. He easily slid into me, and I arched my back to take him deep while he pinched my nipples until I cried out in pleasure. The bonfire reflected on the glass, the bodies locked together on the ground, just as their leader of The Church of the Divine Light was planted deeply inside his daughter, the Shield of the Sacred. "Oh, Zara, you were made for me." He slid his hand down my belly and between my legs. His fingers were magic, and I cried out a shuddering release.

But she had no idea that the devil does none of that. He infiltrates pain and causes harm to others. ………… It was past 10am the day after the party when I left my room after an hour of practicing ballet. I freshened up and made my way to Dad’s home office. I wasn’t able to speak to him last night as he was pretty shaken by the sudden visit of the Bratva’s eldest son. But there was no way I could avoid this discussion. I had to ask him why he borrowed money from the Bratva and why he was unable to pay back when he had enough to host a grand party last night.

It was a study room. “I’m really sorry. I will just go.” I walked in the direction I came in. I couldn’t comprehend why I keep messing up everything. First it was climbing into his bed when he wasn’t there, then the embarrassing Leo story that my bestfriends took the honor of narrating. “Stay.” He muttered. I stopped in my tracks and looked puzzlingly at him. I avoided eye contact and settled my gaze to the books on the shelf. They were classics from Jane Eyre down to the Lord of the Flies. At the bottom of the shelf stood a huge collection of contemporary romance novels, the largest list I had ever seen someone possess.

The men turned and the moment I saw the mark 666 on their chest I finally understood. I recalled Revelation 13:18. Where the Bible talked about the mark of the beast which was 666. " Don't tell me that the devil is the brain behind this? " " But why am I being shown all this when I can't even do a thing to help? " " Why? " " You are the chosen One, Mia... You are with the task to end the activities of satanists in this country. " I heard a voice say. " But how? How can I help out when I am as helpless as ever? "

- Satan, Moloch, Baal - (Morning after last chapter) "Like I told you before, you need to start your attack now." Satan said into the echo. "If you don't keep them from digging deeper in Bolotano we won't win this." "You care about winning and yet you sent a messenger to them!" Moloch spat. "I want a proper battle-" Satan's voice started to sound like a mix of anger and excitement. "-not some facade of one. You're lucky you have my help, now don't waste it."

"You can't know that. He has come before at a perfect timing when you're not there. He can do it again." "You son of a bitch!" He grabbed his neck and raised him up, his eyes turning stony. "Hey!" Bagdana called softly, managing to catch his breath. "Drop me." "How did you lure Sathanas to our world?!" He thundered. His voice was like a crashing thunderstorm that would destroy anything in its wake. "I...I used it so you can find the book." Alex frowned. "How?"

He can't help but question himself, 'What if she doesn't come back? His mind reminds him, 'Isn't it the right thing? If she doesn't come back, then everything will be in place.' After a long silence, Henry nodded slowly. "I understand, Bettina. I will do what needs to be done." There was a moment of silence engulfed between them. Suddenly, Bettina broke the silence. She heaved a heavy breath and uttered, "You may think of me as the antagonist, but I'm doing what is right. You are a priest, you should have known better what is good and evil."

an American occultist who had based his studies on the writings of the famous Aleister Crowley. The work that positioned him in different esoteric circles was the Black Bible, published in 1969, where he recorded the philosophical principles of the Church of Satan. The work remained more of a myth than a bedside book, and its slogans were relatively relegated. But in the 1970s, small circles of activists and fanatics in incense-drenched bookstores gained access to the Black Pope's magnum opus, and a not inconsiderable congregation of Satanists was created. Now, what do satanists believe? A chapter of the Black Bible is titled “Of Hell, the Devil and how to sell your soul”. It can hardly be