The Sinner Book Review Novels & Stories

He held my wrists above my head, one hand on my throat, moving deep and slow. “Look at me.” I did. “You’re mine in this bed. Say it.” “I’m yours.” I whimpered, legs shaking. The door suddenly opened and we both froze. Sophie stood there. Backpack on. Keys in her hand. Eyes wide. Then broken. Nobody moved. Mr. Cole was still inside me, my heart slamming so hard it hurt. “What the fuck…” Sophie made a small, strangled sound, then turned and ran, the front door slamming behind her.

It’s more sensational and my body felt so sensitive to him. “ We’re indeed friends, but can’t you see that we’re all a sinner? We’re born to become a sinner. We live for sins, and die for it. “ He stated that made me even more puzzled. What does he mean? A sinner? But can’t they change it into good ones?

I never imagined wanting to be a sinner and now I just want to be his sinner, be punished by his calloused hands, consumed by the darkness of the deaths he carries and the pain he causes, he is the most beautiful fucking fallen angel. I pressed my cheek against his chest, sighing in relief at the strong beats. I am a sinner, condemned without the right to defense by stronger people, incapable of feeling anything, being welcomed by the greatest foe, by the one who should have been worse than them, receiving a slow caress on the arm by the careful touch, giving meaning to the entire crossing until to come here, to be in your arms with my sins exposed bleeding openly between your fingers with n

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

He would seduce women here and there and slept with them before dumping them afterward. Growing up without a mother had impacted his view of women negatively. He always thought all women were whores. But since that day, he changed. He no longer slept around with women and focused all his attention to his work and building the organization till it became what it was. “What makes her so special in your eyes?” He wondered. Back inside the room, Dante was holding the same round metal rod as before. He looked at Liam who was crying in pain, that the cloth covering his eyes were all damp with tears.

“I'm not being sassy, it's the truth. Dare touch a hair on my skin and they will come for you and give you hell!” They felt slapped to the faces, four of them, especially the one who called me sassy. They were so good-ugly looking, all thanks to their eyes and before I could say another word, one was on my neck threatening to tear my flesh when they dragged him back instantly with a fierce whoosh. “What?” He yelled at them feeling so pissed. “ Can't you see how confident she is, insulting our ego and powers!” “That's the more reason you should be scared, you arse! No one has ever talked to a hunter or stared at their eyes but this rat fucking stared at my eye balls and sneered instead of dyi

"You're like a squirrel deliberately putting acorns in its mouth." I chewed silently, obeying Sean's words to swallow the cookie I ate first before speaking. Looking at the man now, he was very different from our first unkind encounter. Back then, he was very ignorant and took my knowledge of him bringing women into the room as normal. "Have you fucked all the women in this town, Sean?" I was finally able to speak, but it instantly silenced Sean. The man seemed to shift his gaze in another direction but not towards me, making me snort rudely. "If you don't answer, then the answer is correct."

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)