Sin Stories

(A 'Wake Up Dead Man'- Fanfiction) After her father dies following a failed brain operation due to cancer, Jia honors his final wish: to visit a small Catholic church in the quiet town of Chimney Rock, upstate New York. But the church's imposing pastor, Monsignor Wicks, is determined to keep outsiders at bay. He doesn't realize Jia isn't here for faith or leadership-she's here to fulfill her father's last request, even if she doesn't believe in God. When a shocking murder rocks the tiny parish, long-buried secrets begin to surface-and Jia soon realizes that Chimney Rock hides far more than she ever imagined.

⚠️Strictly 18+ "We are not supposed to do this Pond... it's wrong..." "My dear sparrow, since when loving someone has to be wrong?" "But Nara... it's against the Order." "I don't care about the Order anymore. All I care about is you. A future with you. A lifetime with you." Love was never forbidden. Choice was. Centuries ago, the Letratkosum clan survived a succession crisis that nearly destroyed the family business. To prevent disputes over inheritance and preserve bloodlines while maintaining political marriages between powerful families, they created the "Second Bond"-a secret arrangement where the heir produces an heir through an appointed partner, while the public marriage preserves alliances. Every heir inherited the same fate: a loveless marriage, a chosen companion, and children born not from affection, but obligation. Pond Naravit Letratkosum was raised to believe that duty came before desire. Yet the moment Phuwin Tangsakyuen walked into his life-not by choice, but by force-every certainty he had ever known began to unravel. Phuwin was never meant to be loved. He was only supposed to fulfil a role, obey a Bond, and disappear into its shadows. But in the middle of stolen conversations, silent comforts, and a kindness neither of them expected, two hearts committed the greatest sin their world had ever known. They fell in love. And in a family where traditions were valued above humanity, loving each other was the one crime that could destroy them both. Because some legacies are inherited, others are meant to be broken. ~forbidden love, forced proximity ⚠️Please check Author's Note for discretion. #1 salvation #1 sin

These poems were intended for competition led by @grm345 but that doesn't mean it's solely for that.... Hope y'all enjoy!

It's autumn of 1962 in the town of Gorey in County Wexford, Ireland. Sister Mary has lived here for almost eleven years, sent to the Lorretto Convent and Roman Catholic Church after giving birth to her daughter, Imelda, out of wedlock. One evening, she plans to meet her daughter one last time before she heads off to boarding school, but when Imelda doesn't show, Sister Mary bears witness to another kind of meeting altogether. Two men awash in moonlight, one chasing after the other, a brutal encounter that ends in murder. Or does it? Sister Mary doesn't know that she can trust her sin-addled mind. When she rushes back to her church to seek the guidance of her holy namesake, the Virgin Mary, she finds the good Father Colin, to her great relief. But as she seeks his holy advice, she begins to wonder whether he is really as good as she once thought him to be. This is my entry for the Shortys, inspired by the following prompt: You watch in disbelief as their fangs descend, revealing the truth they've been hiding. Content warnings: Depictions of violence, explicit sexual content, blasphemy, religious trauma, purity culture, explicit language.

A century of peace is ending. Theo bears a silver star on his palm and dreams of seven sleeping giants. He is haunted by the Starseer, a being of prophecy, who warns of the Rusting Hour-the moment when the prison of the Seven Sins will weaken, and Oblivion, the Eighth Sin, will lead them in a final feast to unmake all of creation. The only hope lies in awakening the Seven Mages of Virtue, champions lost to time. Guided by visions, Theo and his friends must venture into dreamlike realms, endure trials of the heart, and recover sacred Virtue Seeds to stir each Mage from slumber. But agents of The Grey-a creeping stillness that devours memory and will-hunt them at every turn. As the sky begins to tarnish and reality weakens, Theo learns he is more than a dreamer: he is the Conductor, the one who must unite the awakened Virtues into a chorus of light. The lock is rusting. The dreamer has awakened. The final canticle begins.

They called her ancestor a traitor. Maevra Vael has spent her entire life trying not to become him. As one of the last Vaelori-an ancient race capable of seeing the magical threads woven through promises-Maevra knows better than most that every oath has a price. And with the marks of too many promises already written beneath her skin, she has no intention of making another. Until her father disappears. His trail leads her into the forbidden ruins beneath Vareth, searching for evidence of the First Oath-the ancient bargain once made between the Seven and the Crowns. Instead, she finds Kaevor. Dangerous. Infuriating. And far too interested in the blood running through her veins. When an ancient door sealed for centuries opens beneath their combined touch, Maevra discovers that the history she was raised to believe may be nothing more than a carefully constructed lie. Her ancestor may not have betrayed the Seven. Her father may have discovered why. And the man standing between Maevra and the truth may be far more dangerous than the monsters she was taught to fear. Because some promises were never meant to be broken. Some debts were never paid. And somewhere beneath the ashes of a fallen kingdom, an oath made centuries ago is beginning to wake.

it's a halalromance story. He loved her more than anything in this world. He needed her more than his thirsty needs a water, yet he was running from her. She was his heart, yet he was avoiding her. He stayed silent for long, fighting his bleeding heart, avoiding his love for only one purpose. She loved him more than she thinks she loved herself. She needed him just like how a mother needs her child. He is her only hope, and home, yet she isn't ready to leave him. She needed him for ever. They were both in love. But one has to leave the other for a quite strong reason. can they be together at the end? what's that reason for their separation? why do they have to live in different worlds far from each other?.

Falling in love with the same gender is not easy. People will disgust, judge, gossip, and laugh - there's so much criticism in this world. Why don't people let us love our loved ones peacefully, why can't we love who we love, regardless of gender? Why is it such a big deal for them? But Alethea Zafira R. Legazpi will do everything for the girl she loves, even when she's criticized by the people around her. She doesn't care as long as Ysabelle Ciella L. Ortega is with her. Age is just a number, and gender is just a label. Even if they call me a sinner, "if loving you is a sin, then I'm a sinner." In another life it's always us.

𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐫 was never meant to collide with 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚, the racers had always known two things: they 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 despised one another, to the tabloids, they were heirs confined to one lesson. Stay in order. Stay in line. Stay away. Their hate wasn't performative. It was sharper, ruthless, harsher. A sacrilege that lived through harsh glares, insults, and touches barely spared. Yet performance is all they have left when an unwanted marriage contract binds them together. 𝐒𝐢𝐧 has never been one to bargain. And soon, they'll learn some things aren't meant to be 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥. Some things are 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. And eventually, they won't want to leave.

Hace 20,000 años, en la última glaciación, un puente de hielo llamado Beringia unió Siberia con Alaska. Por ahí cruzaron los primeros pobladores de América. Pero no eran como los del viejo mundo. Eran solo alfas y omegas. No había betas. América quedó aislada y creó su propia regla: para saber quién es quién, los omegas visten como mujeres y los alfas visten como hombres, siempre con cubre pechos por respeto. Comen calabaza para suprimir su olor y parecer betas. Solo en celo se revela quién es qué. Así nacieron los grandes imperios: incas, aztecas y mayas. Un mundo sin betas. Hasta que en 1492, Cristóbal Colón cruzó el océano buscando las Indias y encontró un continente que creía que era Asia. Trajo caballos, trajo enfermedades, trajo el cristianismo y empezó la Nueva España

aqui solo encontraras memes e demas cosas raras que he guardado en mi computadora por mucho tiempo pueden usarlas si los desean

Trevor learns the afterlife apparently involves finding himself outside of Gresit, about to fight the Night Hordes and Dracula again. He can't say he never sinned, but enough to deserve a personalized Hell? Why can't he get to just be dead like everyone else?

They are angels that were evicted from the heavens and fell down to Earth. Every year they choose one human sacrifice and use them as an attempt to get back into heaven. They are believed to be reincarnations of black swans; trying to crawl there way out of the after life.

ماذا لو كانت النعمة التي وُلدتَ بها، هي ذاتها الخطيئة التي قضيتَ عمرك تحاول التكفير عنها؟ جريس لم تكن تبحث عن الكثير؛ كانت تريد فقط أن تحبّ دون خوف، وأن تُحَبّ دون أن تضطر للاعتذار عن نفسها. . . . . oneshot

A love is a confusion

it's all about a sinner♡♡ Please Note:- The chapter's theme is about sin and is not related to any criminal activities and neither is the author of the book a criminal. It's just a self perspective to keep the theme as sin. Thank you and now you can move forward to read or know more about me. I am a proud christian and I don't promote anything against God. I just believe that a dark theme would really create a vibe for this book that I have been searching for.

-The one who can't have happy ending and the one who didn't understand about himself . Zawgyi + Unicode

Sin and death

A father recollects the loss of his son and his wife.

The title says it all. Only for audiences 18+ REQUESTS {OPEN}