The Last Sin Eater Book Novels & Stories

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

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.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

After that word, the crystal suddenly plunged up into the sky and disappeared from Sicario's sight. Sicario doesn't know where in the world the crystal went. He didn't leave Wysteria because the King told him to follow. But he never fails to watch over the crystal. He could feel as if Elena had been born again. Many years passed and Sicario didn't even notice how long it had been. Elena still hasn't been reborn. He continues to wait for the day Elena will be born again. It can't be born without his protection because the world is filled with undead demons from Wysteria.

he says throwing a masculines smile my way. I gasp at his choice of words and hold my mouth. " Drinking is also a sin right?" "Why are you playing with my head," I finally ask. " I'm just dancing to your tune, to your beats," he answers. " Shall we now eat." Bella says as the waiter sets the table. My pupils quickly dilate at the sight of food. No matter what you are going through always eat. I say to myself. A hand drapes over my shoulders and I feel him pulling me towards him.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Four years stolen from him. And all because Sarang thought revenge meant tearing his child away from him. “Find out everything,” Zayren said quietly. “Every detail about Aera Miller. And get the private jet ready, I'll leave as soon as possible. Can't wait to meet Ms. Miller.” Jaxon nodded immediately and left the room. Zayren stared at the screen once more, his fingers tightening around the iPad. “We’ll meet soon, Sarang,” he murmured darkly. “Or should I say... Aera Miller.”

Chapter Thirty-Five “Sin,” I said, worrying the inside of my cheek with my teeth. His eyes flashed silver and he looked at me. “Fire walker?” He purred before he started eating. Frowning, I looked across the breakfast table at Sin. It wasn’t like him not to join us in the shower or for him to be well, dressed. His lips tilted into an almost playful smirk as he stabbed into a pancake. “Why are you dressed?” “So eager to see me naked?”

He frowned, though I couldn't see it, but I knew him well enough. I waved a hand dismissively. “That's just how these bosses are. Come on, let's go in. I'm starving.” At the same time, my stomach rumbled as if confirming my words. Leander realized, his lips were now curled into a soft smile. “Say no more, ma'am. Your favorite meal has been made.” I grinned widely, wrapping a hand around his waist as he led me into the house. True to his words, they were two plates of roasted chicken, bacon and eggs, chips, and some more enchanting foods.