To Become His Sin Novels & Stories

"But I assure you we are only humans, and contrary to what the church would have you believe, we are fallible, and will therefore, always fail." "We are blessed by Truth," he continued. "But let us not forget that we are also children of Ayla, bearing within us her gifts, as Truth fashioned us from her. It is from these gifts that we give rise to emotions, and it is these emotions that make us sin." He paused, his finger tapping against the top of his table. "So how do we help ourselves? It is simple. All sins are vanity born from our inability to truly understand Ayla's gifts, leading us to misuse them. However," he walked around to lean on his table, "everyone has their vices. And I tell t

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

"Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister." "Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice steady and low. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people."

Turning it into a place of sinful confession and the pleasures of the flesh and hence bringing damnation to us. The. END

He could envision it – her struggles, her cries, all silenced by his sheer will. Yet, beneath that burning rage, another, more fragile emotion flickered. He never wanted her to hate him. The thought of her eyes filled with loathing, directed at him, was like bitter poison. He wanted her by his side, yes, but not as a prisoner. He longed for her presence, her acceptance, her affection-things that cannot be taken by force. The image of Jesus, suffering yet forgiving, subtly reflected his inner struggles, highlighting the distance between his challenging impulses and the small hope of becoming a better person he longed for.

Then Sophia brought out bottles of tequila and everything went south. Is that you, God? Ava groans beside me. Because I feel like I've died. She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. Seriously? Can you kill me now? She groans. I'm never drinking again. She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.

“Three years ago at that charity gala, you stood up in front of two hundred people and told your father’s creditors they were vultures picking at a dying man. You didn’t cry. You didn’t beg. You fought. I had never seen anyone fight like that for their family. I wanted that strength. I wanted you. So I waited. I watched. I made sure when the debt became unbearable, you would have only one place to turn. Me.” The confession hung between us, heavy and raw. I searched his face for the monster I wanted to see, but all I saw was a man who had become obsessed with me in the most dangerous way possible. “You ruined my life to have me,” I whispered. “I know,” he said. “And I would do it again if it

The counter pressed into her lower back, he caged her in without touching, close enough that she felt the heat rolling off his chest. “You’re my best friend’s little girl,” he growled. “I’ve known you since you were in pigtails. I am not supposed to want to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you can’t walk.” Ava’s pussy clenched so hard she had to press her thighs together. “Then why are you hard right now?” His control snapped like a dry branch.