The Beginning Of All Sins Novels & Stories

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

His voice barely a whisper. Alessia’s eyes burned into his. “Then I leave. And this time, not even your men will find me.” The words tasted like gasoline in her mouth. She wasn’t bluffing. Not anymore. Too much had already been stolen from her. Dante closed the distance slowly, as if approaching the edge of a cliff. “You want to carry my sins?” His voice cracked for the first time. “Because once you see the full darkness, Alessia… there is no return. You won’t just hate me. You’ll hate yourself for ever loving me.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

A general at war: cast off the ballast to sink the enemy’s ship more surely. I sit on my bed, legs folded against my chest. I could look into it. A clinic in a nearby town. Make an appointment. Invent an excuse for a day’s absence. Use money I don’t yet have… but could steal, after all. One theft. One sin to erase another far greater one. One sin. The word is there. Sin. It belongs to no religion I practice, to no doctrine I consciously follow. And yet it is lodged deep inside me like a poisoned thorn.

Belmont's face. "Please, forgive me, Sinora for the sin I committed against you. " His words came out as a cry. The pounding of her heart became evident to her, a crease formed in her forehead. "What are you talking about, Mr. Lucien? You've never done anything to me before." She asked. His eyes regarded her with sorrow, because she couldn't understand the magnitude of what he was talking about even if she tried. "Forgive my family for all the sins we've committed against you. No human being deserves to be treated the way you have been." Tears lingered in her eyes.

"The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to Own the Blood on your Hands!" The realization hit me with the force of a hundred and twenty-two chapters. Silas thought he could win because he thought I wanted to be "Innocent." He thought he could govern me because he was the one who had "Authorized" my first kill. But he forgot that the Origin didn't start with a trial—it started with a Dirty, Bloody, Un-Optimized Choice to Survive even if it meant being the Villain. I didn't reach for the sunset-gold fire. I reached for the Original Sin.

"How did this happen?! You did something, didn't you?!" I held my daughter firmly and laughed coolly—there was no reason to pretend now that I had safely delivered my daughter. "Pot calling the kettle black, huh? I've not seen someone as despicable as you. What, you'd rather come here and freak out at me than visit your sickly bastard?" Tina pointed at me and bellowed, "You knew! It was you… You did this to my son!"

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.

They felt like a trap that had almost sprung. “So we stop?” she asked. Marcus looked back at her. His eyes moved over her naked body, the marks his hands had left on her hips, the wetness still visible between her legs. “I did not say that,” he answered. “I said the stakes are clear now. This is no longer contained. Every time I walk down those stairs I risk everything. Every time you open the door you risk your independence. The danger is not background anymore. It is the center.” He opened the door a crack. Checked the stairwell. Then he stepped out and closed it behind him without another word.

[1] From God [2] From Satan [3] From humans Rebellion against God is sin. The fall of the devil and the fall of man began with the desire to be like God (see Genesis 3:5.) And this "sin" is not a "created" particle, but something that arises as a result of rebellion and free-will with the created being.