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I smile, cockily. The corners of his lips tilt upwards, clearly loving the tone in my voice. "Okay, I will tell you everything." He folds his legs on the bed. "My name is Sin. And I lived beside God in the most beautiful place you could ever imagine. I used to be amongst the angels, before I chose to love a human, and before I took the devil's side in a war against God. That was my downfall."

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign

“ It’s great then. If that’s the case, then you’ll be secure about her, not leaving you again. “ The sin of gluttony playfully said with his sarcastic smile. Yes! The sin of greed has a greedy personality like his sin. He want Thea to be his completely, every edge of her. Dye’s friends spent two hours talking about an important case, and one of those was about the eleventh city of the realm. Although Dye was the one who investigated it first, but he tapped them to help in order to have an early and solid results.

" She asked "No" Sophia replied. "Ecclesiasticus chapter chapter twelve verse six. For the most High hateth sinners, and will repay vengeance unto the ungodly, and keepeth them against the mighty day of their punishment. "Does that sound like love to you?" She asked "No,it doesn't" Jennifer replied "There you go" "Then why would people preach saying that God love sinners?" Jennifer asked "Because they were tricked into believing that themselves" Sophia replied as Jennifer stares at her with a blank face

His hair was combed back, his suite pristine and even turned away from me, I could still imagine a slight frown between his brows as he read through those lines of paperwork. Jesus fucking Christ, Aria! This wasn’t the time to act like a lovesick fool! I stepped through the doors, trying to keep my movements calm, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Slowly, I placed the files onto the desk as carefully as I could, wiping my damp hands on my skirt as I turned around to flee the crime scene like a convicted felon. Just then, his voice cut through the silence, smooth but carrying a sharp edge. “Planning on fleeing again…like you did this morning?”

Wh-what did he mean by that? Why did this ominous feeling rise in my gut after hearing those words? "I'm going to spank your cunt for being so naughty, craving a forbidden dick. It deserves some punishment, don't you think?" He asked me, a puckish smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. Oh god! After so many aeons of waiting, my cunt still couldn't snag that gorgeous dick? Ah, I was getting discouraged. Depressed even. Yet my pussy, a wonderful betrayal throbbed, seeming ready for anything as long as it involved my hot stepdaddy.

Chapter 3: Sacrilegious Surrender The weight of our escalating sins pressed upon me like the stone walls of the convent, unyielding and cold. Each dawn brought the tolling bells, calling us to prayer, but my devotions had twisted into something profane. From the pulpit, I spoke of redemption, yet my gaze lingered on Elena during mass, her form shrouded in black but her posture betraying the subtle shifts—thighs pressing together, cheeks heating under the veil. She was unraveling, her faith fracturing under the onslaught of desire, and I reveled in it. The priest in me recoiled, whispering of damnation, but the man—the dominant force she'd awakened—yearned to push further, to bind her not jus

She should not fall for his fakeness. “Leave me, you f*cker. Leave me,” Eizlina continued to hit his back while screaming, but choosing to become deaf to her curses, he walked out of that place with her….. unaware that this night had just begun for both of them. And this night was going to illuminate a darkness of sin between this sinful captivator and his sinless captive.