To Become His Sin の小説・ストーリー

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

"Yea,I mean it's good to study and talk about the word with other people, too. Just as long as they know what they're talking about and not mix things up" "That's why you said that you have to study more before telling me the full thing about Hebrew Israelites?" Jennifer asked "Yep,because I'm still new to this stuff and I don't wanna mess any information up. I want everything I say to you to be correct" Sophia replied "Well,you're the first" "And you're the first that understands" "So,what is sin?" Jennifer asked. "I wanna know,so I don't become a sinner" "I'm glad that you asked my curious best friend" Sophia replied. "Sin is transgressing against God's laws"

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?

"I'm craving a double bacon burger and cheddar cheese fries." "Amen, sister," he says, raising his hands in the air, "so that's two burgers, two servings of fries and two milkshakes, mine triple chocolate, and your cookies and cream?" "Oh no, Ale, that would be too much." "Oh please, Chris! If we're going to sin, we do it right, or we don't do it." "All right, but you're going to the gym with me. This slip-up is going to cost me hours in there."

If he sees my hands I'm done. Dear God, I deserve another chance.

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'.

His voice thundered, echoing through the air, making my blood run cold. Confusion and fear swirled in my mind as I stared at his darkened eyes. All I could see was rage and revenge. He had been consumed by the trauma of his past; he was being controlled by his own demon. They had really ruined him; humans had fucking ruined him! There was no hope for redemption at this stage. He was beyond saving, making him even worse than the devil! Here I was, innocent and bearing the blame for something I had no knowledge of, carrying the burden of sins that occurred before I was born.

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.

She was framing me as weak, careless, emotional, unreliable, so when he decided to punish me, it would look reasonable. So when he blamed me, it would sound natural. How in the goddess name did I not notice this before? Just as expected, Simon’s grip tightened. “This is the mess that you made so you will fix this,” he demanded. “You messed up and you embarrassed me. So you will fucking fix it or I swear...” “I didn’t embarrass you,” I answered. I had spent years accepting this treatment, telling myself that silence was loyalty and endurance was virtue. The thought made my jaw tighten. “And I didn’t make a mistake.”