To Become His Sin Novels & Stories

“Ocean…” “Own your sin, daddy, and give me exactly what I want.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips found his ear. “Come for me,” she whispered. “Come inside me again, Daddy. Fill me up. I want to feel you.” His body convulsed as a shudder started in his spine and radiated outward. His hips jerked up into her as he came. It was different this time. Her words had hit him just at the core of his morality. He wasn't scared, even though he knew what they were doing would get him eternal condemnation. Instead, it made him want to own the sin like she had asked him to, to let go of the guilt and stop making it seem like she forced him.

My vision blurred, but I saw it— A dark, irregular birthmark stretched along his arm. Unmistakable. A mark I could never forget. Sirens grew louder. His face was drained of color. His grip loosened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, already pulling away. “I’m so sorry.” His hands slipped from mine. He ran. His footsteps vanished into the rain as darkness finally claimed me. The last thing I felt was the echo of his trembling touch.

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.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

He gave me one last kiss on my shoulder, stepping away from me. His body heat vanished, and I craved it back immediately. Whatever he meant-I wasn't sure if I wanted to find out. Or maybe I did. My clit pulsed at the thought of having Damian inside of me, holding me down as he fucked me hard. The imagery was almost enough to have me changing my mind. He smirked, as if he knew I was fighting an inner demon. I looked down at his crotch, and then it was my turn to smirk. "Painful?"

It’s more sensational and my body felt so sensitive to him. “ We’re indeed friends, but can’t you see that we’re all a sinner? We’re born to become a sinner. We live for sins, and die for it. “ He stated that made me even more puzzled. What does he mean? A sinner? But can’t they change it into good ones?

“Of course.” From the mirror that sees everything and by that time in the particular life and part of the victim, yet rather the test subject. The dreaded hum, but not from the person who is the vessel to grow such sin came from. But rather from the fully-grown embodiment that’s drawing its own sinister smile. The song echoes, but only few could hear. And that persons are the purest one who ever since then is owning a particular sin out from the deadly seven. Where it goes like this and run along the lines and the words.

WARNING: The chapter that you're about to read contains content that you may find unpleasant or troubling. Please read with care. Haughty eyes and a proud heart—the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin. Hubris― He could still remember how his father once taught him about the cardinal sins and how humanity struggled—and fell. His father taught him of sacrificing one’s self and serving a purpose, of redemption and salvation. As his father had said before, redemption is only the first step to salvation and that this is the process of renewing and freeing people from their servitude to sin by acquiring back their liberty from it at a cost.

Just the sight of her was enough to help him find his release as he moves his hands up and down his hard shaft. "See what you've made me do?" He said after a deep groan staring at his hands full of cums. "I don't know how it will be but... You will pay for this." He said in a promising tone, "I will make you so addicted to my sinful self and lust in the desire of my flesh, I will make you find sin so good and perfect, only then, will I be able to bury you in the depth of hell, together with me"

If you choose good,the way of life will be hard ,there will be many huddles that you have to overcome but every good deed has its fruit ,but never do anything to achieve something in return,do it because you want to. Choosing bad is an easier way of life ,which people think.To them it is a shortcut,fast money, power and fame but they forget there is no shortcut in life . Every pride hath its fall and every king can be a beggar on that day. Nothing stays permanently.You never know what your future holds but you can improve it by your present feed . Years went by and the magic user started worshiping Goddess Selene as their mother.The witches and warlocks who decided to stay evil still worship