Novel & Cerita To Become His Sin

“Aah.” I moan in relief as his hands go to my wet pussy. “Honey, we shouldn't be doing this,” he said abruptly, stopping and attempting to walk away, but I quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back. “I want this, Mac. Don’t you love me?” “It’s wrong, Bea. I want you, but it just doesn’t feel right.”

I breathed a string of profanities. " Who said you can talk? " He asked as he stood back to observe me. " Paaa!" Came the first slap on my face. " That one is for being ugly," he reminded me as he rolled his sleeves. You won't cry, you won't cry, you said you'll be strong. " Now , tell me who is officially fucked up and royally screwed," " Just get this over with, kill me if you can, but make it quick," all the angels who thought I was a good human had also abandoned me.

I can't even speak anymore, I feel out of breath, as if I will collapse any moment. He brought his lips close to my ears. “Remember, all this happening now is your fault. If you gave it to me, I would have broken up amiably and let you leave without noise. I still tried to save you. But you never let anything go according to plan. The thugs meant to rape and kill you ended up being captured by one of your sugar daddies. You only have yourself to blame. If you had obediently died in the alley that night, I would have respectfully mourned you like a good boyfriend, and added money to the wedding budget to give you a lavish burial. But no, you chose to push through with it. I got this contract

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

His hands were possessive, sliding the silk up my thighs with a frenzied speed that told me his self-control had finally snapped. ​"I've wanted you in every corner of the world," he hissed against my throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "But down here, in the dark... you're finally all mine. No 'bitch ass' Council, no mother, no ghosts. Just the sin."

Then, what can I do to please Him? As if reading my mind, he said, “Romans chapter six verse twenty-three says; For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Therefore, only the righteous can make heaven and not a sinner. I am really happy that you came here willingly by the ministry of the holy spirit. You don't need to fear because you are in the right place. Jesus is faithful and just to stripe you off your sinful state and cloth you with everlasting life.”

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

But he leans closer to me instead aiming to rest his chin on my shoulder and whisper. "Sin is the word that suits me, not sain. I am not someone who will keep you away from evil because I am the devil himself. You know that very well, Little" his voice pierces me once again. I froze on my spot upon hearing what he said. I was like splash by cold water that drags me back to my reverie. He was right. He is not a saint nor a husband who will protect his wife. Because he is a sin. A human form of the word sin.

“I’m becoming something I don’t recognize. Something that finds justice in death and satisfaction in violence. That’s my first sin… enjoying the monster I’m turning into.” The darkness around me pulsed, as if acknowledging the confession. The Broker’s voice carried satisfaction. “Truth. The audience recognizes honesty. Proceed to the second sin.” This one was harder. Required exposing something I’d barely admitted to myself. “My second sin,” I began, my throat tight, “involves Eli.” My son’s head lifted, confusion written across his young face.