The Last Sin Eater Book Novels & Stories

Maya added as the elevator door she has switched began to close. Jasmine stood exactly where she was and watched Maya from the outside as the elevator door closed. That was her sister, there had been no change in her since her supposed death, not even a slight difference in her character as a sinner who has wronged her late sister. She still carried that air of pride and pomposity wherever she went, in whatever she did and regardless of whoever she meets. She smiled within herself as the elevator door finally closed and her gaze no longer meeting Maya's.

“You’re not going to kill me?” Dante’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Not yet. You’re young, pretty and useful, maybe. And I don’t like loose ends walking around free.” His gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, over my soaked shirt clinging to my chest, my pulse jumping in my throat. “You’ll live under my roof. Eat my food. Sleep where I put you. In return, you keep breathing. Clear?” The car stopped beneath a private building. Guards and cameras everywhere. A private elevator that smelled like money and steel. Dante’s hand stayed on the back of my neck the entire way up, thumb brushing the edge of my hairline in a touch that felt far too intimate for a threat.

The door closed, and we were alone again, the air immediately thickening with the same electric tension from last night and this morning. Dinner was simple — grilled chicken, vegetables, and rice — but the way he moved around the kitchen, confident and capable, made everything feel intimate. We talked while we ate at his small table. I told him more about my ex, the cheating, the cruel words that still stung. Sinclair listened without interrupting, his jaw tight with quiet anger on my behalf. When I admitted how much those words had made me doubt my own desirability, his hand covered mine across the table.

Emmeline pressed his middle finger deeper into her core, biting her lips in sweet agony. "We humans adore everything that's forbidden because it's exciting. Sin tastes delicious and makes us thirsty for more. You're becoming quite the little sinner, aren't you?" Zavian's voice rumbled through his chest. He felt a deep, dark amusement swirling in his chest, mixed with a fierce protective instinct as he watched her writhe under his touch, loving how easily he could corrupt her quiet elegance. Lethargy invaded Emmeline… she could no longer maintain eye contact. She threw her head back, driving his finger up and down with increasing desperation.

Evander looked at his daughter. Then he picked up his jacket from the chair. "Let's go," he said. --- The car was silent. Brynn looked out her window. Evander drove. I looked at my hands and thought about everything I was not going to think about. The restaurant was beautiful, warm light, white tablecloths, the kind of quiet that meant expensive and we sat down and opened our menus and the waiter came and Brynn ordered something without reading the description and Evander ordered something without looking up and I ordered something I chose by pointing at random and then we were left with our water glasses and the candlelight and the specific silence of three people who all knew what was unde

"She is. You will answer to Elira Blackthorne. Her word is law. If she wants you gone, you go. If she wants you promoted, you stay." That's when I saw him. Damien, her ex fiance was standing near a desk, looking like he heard wrong or seen a ghost. I watched Damien's face. It was a masterpiece of agony. He was just a manager now, a nobody in the company he thought he would inherit. And the woman he tried to kill was standing there, looking down at him from the heights of my power. I enjoyed the show for a few more minutes, watching the realization sink into the staff, before I leaned into Elira.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.

I feel the rough wood of the kitchen table, hear the roar of the rain, and feel the overwhelming, brutal possession of his father—a sin so dark and sweet it forever marked me. I don’t know if it was love with Caleb or just lust. I don’t know if what I did with his father was power or self-destruction. All I know is this: in the dusty silence of a West Texas summer, I grew up. I learned about pleasure, about secrets, about the wild, untamed things that hide behind neat facades. And no one, before or since, has ever made me feel so alive, so seen, or so completely ruined as “the preacher and his son”.

Author Q&A – Let’s Talk Hey everyone! 👋 Thank you so much for reading Sinful desires: Fatal bonds, along with Zero, Aldric, Seraphiel, and now the mysterious Elias. The story has taken some dark, spicy, and emotional turns. I want to hear directly from you. Drop your answers (or new questions) in the comments below. I’ll try to reply to as many as possible! Here we go: 1. What are your current thoughts on Elias? Do you like him, distrust him, or find him strangely attractive? Why?

Lucian Silence hung over the room like a heavy blanket. Ever since Sienna left, the house had grown so unnervingly quiet that it made my skin crawl. I should have felt triumphant—for avenging my sister—but all I felt was a vast emptiness, slowly being filled by wave after wave of guilt. The silence was so deafening, I began to hear my own words from earlier, echoing like bullets in my mind.