Novel & Cerita The Last Sin Eater Book

Author's point of view The moment Zerina stepped out of the dining room, it felt as if the air itself grew colder. The silence she left behind wasn't peaceful—no. It was heavy. Like the whole mansion was holding its breath because she wasn't there to soften the atmosphere anymore. Darkling watched her go before he sat down, pushing his plate aside. Lysander's gaze followed Zerina until she completely disappeared from view. Only then did he turn back. The softness he had shown her, that warmth he reserved only for her vanished in a blink. His entire aura shifted just like a predator tossing away its disguise.

Vincenzo and Pietro were both hesitant, but they followed his order in the end. Thus, Delina, Dante, and Sergio were walking out of the church. Once they were out of sight, both Chiara and Angelo turned to Vera, looking for an answer. “Mama, was Aunt Delina telling the truth?” Chiara asked in confusion. Vera rose from her seat and looked at Chiara. “Some things should have been buried forever… I couldn’t believe she decided to open the vault after all these years…” Delina, Dante and Sergio were seated at an Italian restaurant with Delina seated in the middle while the other two were right beside her on opposite sides of each other.

“Or the nearest I could get to you.” “Do you hear that? My brother filled his life with whores and women who looked like you. You were his obsession, Keeley. Oh, the things I could show you. Pictures of what he made those women do. What he imagined doing to you.” He cackled. “He dressed them up as you, made them answer to your name. He fucked them. Used them. But the one person he wanted to do that to was you. His saintly Keeley. So far above us sinners that….” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Do you want her to remain the saint you put on the pedestal, Gio?” “Yes.” I didn’t even hesitate.

I would have sunk my teeth into him that would make his death faster. "I'm sorry, please spare me I don't want her again." He cried, not believing what was hovering over him and I smiled. "Relay my greetings to Lucifer in hell you Numskull!" My claws sank with anger into his neck and I broke his stupid wind pipe. The smell of his blood was so tempting because I've been locked out here in this forbidden place for too long. Too bad I can't drink from the neck bode of my enemy. I cleaned my hands on his clothes and watched his lifeless body, pouring out more blood. Damn! I'm so thirsty right now but my mate is more important. I need to take her home before Lucian and Draven come over.

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

Alex snapped, his voice sharp and dripping with self-loathing. Sasha smiled, “Relax Alex. You seemed to enjoy yourself to the fullest a few moments ago, why the guilt trip, now?” “What happened here was a sin, a violation for everything I stand for.” “Oh please, spare us the sermon. You didn't seem to mind sinning, when your deep inside me and fucking me hard.” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Stop!” Alex barked, “Last night was a mistake and I'll atone for it.” Felicia sat up straight, her expression shifting to one of mock innocence. “Oh Father Alex, we didn't force you to do anything, you’ve just unleashed a side of you that you've been denying. Maybe, it's time for you to embrace it.”

Unfortunately, it seemed as if he had put me off dates for a while. I picked up my fork, ready to dig into my second slice of cake. The diner we were in was a cute place located on the corner of a busy street. Sixties themed-white and pale pink interior. The classic checkerboard flooring. It was our first time trying it and it was already becoming a favourite. Silvana sighed, reaching over the table to rest her hand on mine. Her nails were painted a bright red, matching the colour of her hair. She had a concerned expression on her face when she spoke again, "You have no idea how sorry I am."

I was just pushed to do this. I glanced out of the kitchen one last time before standing over the sizzling pot. The food was almost done. I opened the lid of the pot and held the substance over it. Let’s get this done and move on. ********************************************** A few moments later, I sat and watched as he ate the meal in his bedroom. It was, after all, the best place his murder could be carried out. He sat at the edge of the bed, his legs spread as he held the plate in front of him, his wide smile grew even wider as he chewed, each bite amplifying his delight.

I giggled and escaped the mouth of Abia, “Don't worry Karissa, all your questions will be answered any moment now.? She said before sipping her tea once more. Sin, looking tensed, already visibly sweating, finally made eye contact with me, and I met his gaze with a shake of my head in disbelief. I honestly Don't think I can trust him anymore. Sin finally stands from his seat and begins walking back and forth with his hands on his chin. He finally speaks up, stuttering at his first few words. “O-okay, L-listen guys, I'm sorry I haven't told you about my brother all along, but you have to trust me on this one; he is no good; he's just a demon; I mean, we all have secrets. We can't share with a

Sin is sitting at the head of the table, his posture so arduous. "Come sit, Summer," he says standing to pull out the chair for me. I balance on my seat and have breakfast. I eat like I am starving and after dessert, I can't take in any bite again. "Can I go and see Poppy? I would like to apologize," I mutter. "Follow me," Sinclair says as he leads the way toward the worker's side of the house. * I apologize to Poppy and the two guards I had injured and then, Sin leads me to his room. The moment he closes the door, his lips smear against mine, and with his tongue, he forces a part into my mouth.