Novel & Cerita The Scholar Of The First Sin

Schuyler Calvin lifts our baby from her bassinet and walks over to Dawn as she looks down at the other sleeping baby. “I’m Calvin, Schuyler’s husband, and this is our new baby girl.” “Oh my gosh.” My hand flies to my mouth. “How rude of me! I should have introduced the two of you.” Dawn extends her hand to Calvin. “I’m Dawn, Theo’s friend and golf partner for many years.” She turns to peer once more at the infant. “And this is my niece.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.

I asked, raising my brow in confusion. "yes.. yes..." She replied, looking excited. "huh..." I took a deep breath and then began, "I somehow wasn't able to go back to the other world, and my soul used to wander around, then one day, a man caught my soul and then made me his slave. He always made me do the evil things and that is how I turned into a devil from a simple wandering lost soul." I told her, flinching at those terrible memories. "Slave? were you happy to be his slave?" She asked such a stupid thing, really who becomes someone else's slaves happily and then kills dozens of people.

This sinful man! Lysander's eyes followed her every movement. His eyes darkened when he saw her hands go there. He remembered her scent that night. It was so intoxicating and that was the first time he had the thought that this girl was real trouble and dangerous for him. But he, Lysander Slade, never backed down when he senses danger. He loves to play with it, loves to tease it. His mouth curved into a smirk then he stood up and bent over her. His beautiful face hovered over hers. "You really don't know you have one?"

When confronting major choices, a single moment of choosing good or evil could mean the difference between destruction and renewal. Even before encountering the Temptress, people constantly wavered between good and evil. No matter who someone was, as long as they were alive, they were on a spiritual journey themselves. With this thought, I felt that maybe Nutty was right. Maybe I really did have the makings of a spiritual practitioner. I closed my eyes peacefully and quickly fell asleep.

"We live with truthfulness. Lying and betraying is an act of sin." The man who seems to be the leader of everyone started to walk around and look at each corner. Oliver slightly move to hide his presence. "And what is the punishment for the sinners?" Everything shouted as if they are on a battle field. And so, the man smiled while saying this words with full of confidence. "Death"

“They were contacted months ago by someone posing as an academic with anti-God research. “This scholar gave them the ritual, the philosophical arguments, all of it.” She inhaled shakily before the key disclosure. “I saw that scholar recently on a supply run to neutral territory. I had read about these people in history books. It was Elder Marcus. The same person he tried to impose his will on to create an artificial goddess. Who has always organized resistance of the old order." My stomach dropped sickeningly.

“That is a *Summon.*” Kael turned, brow furrowed. “Summoning what?” “Not what,” the Firstborn replied. “**Who.**” A silence followed. Heavy. Chilling. “Then say it,” Aria said. The Firstborn faced her. “The one who wrote the first name. The source of the gods. The origin of fate. The weaver of all Realms.” Even the wind seemed to still. “**The Creator.**” Rowan’s mouth went dry. “Why would something like that come here now?”

She gasped and muttered something inaudible to herself as her fingers flew across the screen, zooming in, swiping to the next photo, her eyes practically popping out of her head. "This is... Sophia, this is gold!" I smiled, pleased at her reaction. "You can say that again." "This is... Whoa, Sophia. This is pure, unadulterated gold! Tristan Walker? The respected archeology professor? And Alex? Isn't this that scholarship kid?" "The very same," I confirmed, a smug smile spreading across my face. "Do you think that maybe Tristan was the reason that Alex even managed to get the scholarship in the first place?" Keke mused.

"He's a good guy and." "Shut your pie hole, Ava. She doesn't need to know he has a magic dick." "Ew, please don't finish that sentence." She gives me that look. The one that tells me she is completely grossed out. We walk toward the elevators. Sophia swipes her card to access the penthouse. "Stop." She holds up her hand, halting the others. "You all can get the next one. Marcus, you have a key?" Her bodyguard nods. "Good."

I burst into tears His jaw tightened. He looked back, sharply barking something over his shoulder. The men scattered down the hall exchanged looks and bowed to him. He looked back at me. “I would never let anyone touch you,” he said. It sounded more like an affirmation. I nodded. Dante’s POV The study smelled like smoke and leather. I stood by the window, trying to remember what had happened that morning. The fright in her eyes and the way her body shook with fear when I touched her. I could feel the cigar burning slowly between my fingers, the ash growing longer but I didn’t flick it away.