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44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

He spits all over the floor. I walked up to him again and gave him a satanic grin before telling him, "But trust me, Emir, you're in for one wild ride." "Princess, you will soon be a prostitute. When I get out of here, I'll make sure to find you, and when I do, trust me, I'll fuck you like the little whore you are. The name Sinner is nothing but a front for the little screwed-up girl that you are. You're doing daddy's dirty job because he can't do it himself. And when I get out of here, I'll make sure to find you." He spat blood after talking nonsense.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

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.

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

MY SIN What actually led me here What have I done Could I have saved him Was I scared or stupid Am writing to free my guilt But reading this script Literally pricks my conscience All I did was watch But I feel my ignorance was a sin And it haunts me daily I’ve always been wary But this blame was mine It was halp past nine On that cold dark night A scene pictographed in me My eyes met him afar His heels were in motion His eyes were red Filled with undeniable fear He was limping His body filled with shivering He kept on struggling Being aware of his doomed fate Because of his faith An opposition of religion Which innovated destruction An environment where ethnicity Has disrupted ethicality And

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

The man just went back to his pleading as he promised that he wouldn't do it again, "Ple-," before he could finish that sentence, a fist collided with his cheek and his face went flying to the side, making blood drip from his nose and mouth. I took a puff from my cigarette as I leaned in closer to the man, grabbed his chin and turned his face to mine, exhaling the fumes in his face as he went into a coughing fit. The man cried as he closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling while tears slipped from his swollen eyes, "God, please help me," he whispered and I chuckled, "I hate people like you... You do bad things your whole life without facing any consequences, then one day, when you finall

My body is numb, it feels like the end of my strength despite the bullets lodged in me. “S-Snow… My S-Snow…,” is all I can manage to whisper through my parched, aching throat. Amid my suffering, I catch a glimpse of a woman’s face. The light radiating from her visage seems angelic, reaching out to me. But why an angel? I am a sinner, indifferent to the lives of others. My thoughts plunge into a replay of my sins, mercilessly killing, oblivious to the illicit products that shatter lives. Deep down, I know I don’t deserve heaven—hell is where I belong.