The Sinner Novels & Stories

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

Dean laughed so hard he almost doubled over. “You? Let us live? Fuck you, Voss. You’re not the Reaper anymore. You’re a washed-up corpse. You were the boss once, but look at you now. Shot, bleeding, begging and so pathetic.” Bruno joined in with a sick grin. “Man, I used to fear your name. Myles Voss, the Reaper of Hellfangs. Every street whispered it but now? You’re nothing. A disgrace and a dog crawling back for scraps.” Their voices echoed in my head with Reaper. Disgrace and pathetic. They thought I was finished but that was their mistake.

I asked retreating my hand. He wasn’t acting out of drunken confidence. He was clearheaded, sober and the agenda on his face was loud and clear. “I dont like drinking”, he said, his voice deep with an accent I wasn’t expecting. Italian. A chill ran down my spine, and it wasn’t because of how good he sounded. He had power radiating off him, unlike anything I’ve felt in before. Scars adorned his knuckles, but covered in black ink. His hands were steady, too steady to be considered mormal. The stranger was trained - in what? I had no clue.

The semi in my pants raged closer to a full hard-on, and I clenched my teeth as we got to the suite I paid for after requesting for a young girl in her early twenties, with brown hair, perky breasts, pink nipples, heart-shaped butt, and a little bit of an attitude. I ordered Winter. Her heels clicked against the floor behind me and without turning, I gave my order. "On your knees." With her tits pushed together, and her lower lip between her teeth, she sank to her knees before me. She folded herself almost as though in prayer, and I unfastened my belt immediately. I had a raging hard on and I had no time to watch her bow to my cock. With unsaid desire, I opened her mouth and stuck a thumb in

“You don’t. Not really. I didn’t tell you everything about that day. They shouldn’t have let him back into normal people’s lives because that guy, is not normal! Stay away from him, please Cal.” Something about the certainty in his voice makes me shift back instinctively, even though I still haven’t figured out why. “I don’t have a choice. I—” Just then, Brina slides into the space between us, her heels clicking sharply against the tiles. “Ugh! Guess who just tried to hit on me in the parking lot. That psycho freak, Ryder. Can you believe it?” She breathes heavily, rolling her eyes until the irises disappear. “Girl, I hope you carry mace or something sharp with you whenever you are tutoring

Tears were streaming down from his eyes, nonstop. "It should be me who doesn't deserve to live," She turned into a numb body at his words. "It should be me who deserves to die after everything I did to you but I can't…" he paused and took his face closer to her. "Because even after everything, my life is still begging to my fate to live with you . Even after my every sin which I had done to you, this sinner still desires to live with you and to die in your embrace,"

"They drugged our foods didn't they?" "They did and if you had gone any farther than that door, you would have seen the Red doors that they kept sinners locked in and also where they murder them." "Jesus Christ!" Jamie cried out. "Are you saying that my friends are locked up there and awaiting death?" "Yes...please go." He pleaded. "And what do you mean by 'Sinners' you keep calling us that." "There are laws in Sincity and if you don't abide by them, you are a sinner and the penalty is death."

Sinclair shouts. "No, you wouldn't, Sin. You might be a beast and fearless, but I don't think you have it in you to kill women," I utter, hoping that I've got my guesses correct. Sinner closes his path with me on the wall and my breathing is already ragged. This chunk of a man terrifies me. "You think so?" he asks running the pad of his thumb on my lips, distracting me. "Yes, Sin," I murmur, sounding more breathless than before.

said the young man, then placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. Mia smiled as the corners of her eyes quickly warmed up. "E-Even if I'm a sinner?" she asked eventually breaking into tears. She couldn't explain it, but at that moment she could feel Erik's love for her. And that caused and delivered a strange flame and touch of emotion in her heart. Erik nodded before he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes, even so, you will be my sweet sinner. And as I said earlier, I will love you with all my heart and without any doubt," he uttered again.

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.