Novel & Cerita To Become His Sin

“I am not your entertainment.” I lifted the dagger to my heart, not to stab, but to feel the weight of what vengeance meant. My voice trembled like someone else’s. “You were right, Alpha,” I said into the empty room. “Once you are tainted with sin… it clings to you. It swallows you. It becomes…you.” The tears that fell now were cold. “And if I am already damned,” I breathed, “I might as well become the monster you wanted.” I lowered the blade and tightened my grip until it hurt.

He was the only person on this earth I could ever wish ill upon, and every single second of my hatred was his fault. First, there was the kiss—his filthy lips a violation, defiling everything I held sacred. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but an act of conquest, a declaration that my body was his to take. Then he corrupted the head nun, his influence twisting her pure intentions and turning her into a pawn in his sick game. He insulted my God and me with every breath, and finally, he committed the most unforgivable sin of all: he kidnapped me. He dragged me into this place where every shadow holds a new threat, where danger lurks around every corner. This was a world of sin, and he was its king

Till their eyes shine red with his power, they only want to kill. To rise. And become stronger. " Forgive me if possible." " You are free to go your ways" With this being said. He lowers his eyes for the first time. Ashamed of all the deaths he caused and the pains he delivered. Turning around to leave. He knew he can't be forgiven. They are unpardonable. His sins cannot be justified in name of his love for her. He was made like this. It was not his fault. But if he chooses to remain like this?

“Oh. My. God” “Shit!” he says at the same time, why? is it some kind of penance I have to pay? Why does the universe insist on taking it out on me? Why can't things be perfect? Life is cruel and it hates me. “Ahemm” I hear someone clearing his throat “Good afternoon Miss Swan, it's a delight to see you again, the world is a very small place. I am Vitto Parisi, your new business partner,” says the older man kindly.

Not yet. Ask yourself, 'What is sin?' What answer would you come up with? Take a moment and really think about it. A scholar might say, 'It's the breach of divine law, a trespass against the will of Gods and Goddesses or fate'. The priests call it 'disobedience made manifest - An act that stains the soul and severs it from salvation'. To the world, sin is 'theft. Bloodshed. Lust unrestrained. Vengeance unrepentant. It is pride, it is cruelty, it is a fire that burns without remorse'.

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

"If we’re to consider what you’re saying, we need a plan. There's no way we can face something this big alone." Sin’s expression shifted, a modicum of hope taking hold. "I want to be part of that plan. I don’t want to fight against you or your pack. I want to fight for it—if you will let me." The sincerity in her voice resonated, stirring something deep within me. Perhaps there was a flicker of hope in this, a chance to turn a betrayal into a strategy.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he spun me around to face him. I kept my eyes downcast, unable to meet his gaze. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that made my stomach flutter. “You came so beautifully, Katarina,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “Your body knows who it belongs to…”

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

It was always Louis' goal to defile the Father, to defile him with sin. “You will come to terms with it at some point. Most people flee in their faith because they refuse to accept their sins. But God does not reward piety, but the way of life. Surely Amon texted you with it as I know him. He is dearly and dearly loved by God, although according to your faith he committed one sin after the other. ”“ I know how Amon lived, he didn't have to enlighten me about that. But everyone goes their own way, doesn't it? Everyone has to find his own and mine is currently more than blurred. ”Louis laughed, had overcome the distance and put his lips to Godric's ear, who was more than startled, but then lis