The Sinners Novels & Stories

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

I was bent over the table with his hand pressing on my head. “I warned you once.” “I don't take threats to heart. I'm already locked away.” “You think bars are punishment, Ryan? Some men beg for walls when they finally meet me.” He whispered into my ears “I'll take my chances” I laughed. He shoved me to the ground and left. The prisoners seemed to turn their faces whenever he passed. And then the hall was clear, another inmate whispered to me, "We call him Striker for a reason, you don't want to mess with him.”

Elle murmured, her sympathy genuine. “It is what it is,” Nathan said with a shrug that felt more defeated than nonchalant. “Maybe after this project calms down…” * The evening settled over the city, painting the skyline in shades of deep blue and orange. The office floor was a tomb of silent workstations and darkened monitors. The only light spilled from the glass walls of the corner office, a golden rectangle in the twilight.

“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

But it could never be proved. It would be easy for someone to lay this card down in the blood and most would then believe that they were involved. It was an easy way out. But The Sinners had also sued the cops and the FBI for harassment before. Always being dragged in for questioning on any crime with no real evidence they were involved. They claimed they were being profiled , and they laughed in court when they said they're just motor bike enthusiasts and nothing more. They apparentky all wore a secret smirk while professing their innocence. Everyone knows its bullshit. Everyone knows what they really are even the judges that had no choice but to rule in thei

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

“Don’t you think I can protect you? They won’t find out, and even if they did, I could protect you from them better than Noah can.” Just the thought of the other Sins sends my mind into dark places. Cian only acts the way he does around me because I’m his mate. Sin’s are meant to be terrible, horrid people. Getting to know his siblings would be hard enough, even if I wasn’t one of there biggest enemies. They would kill me the instant they had the opportunity, with no remorse.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

He replies. " Did you, did we, I mean how did ..." I continue fumbling my way with words. " Like did you sleep with her?" Caren finally asks. " Yeah we slept on the same bed." " Like did you guys do it," Bella insists. " Do what? Dance, eat biscuits,swim?" He replies back clearly enjoying the show. " Did we sin with you," I finally ask. " Yeah, a lot of sins" he says throwing a masculines smile my way.

11 Kristen This was who I was. A characterless bitch. It wasn’t like I didn’t know I was bound to be one someday, I knew it since the day I saw my mom doing it with an unknown man, it was in my blood. Everything that had been happening to me was my destiny, name it the beginning of my journey, because when someone drowns in it, nothing can ever take him out of it. That’s what mom wanted me to become but I was a disrespectful child who always went against her. And today, that’s how I was repaying for my sin. Here I was, ready to get laid on someone’s bed, and most of all, with all my contemporary consent. It wasn’t like he was forcing me, it was my body that failed to behave modestly, and I c