Diaries of Sin

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"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." What would you do, if the person you loved the most was the only one you could never have? When you had to choose between you happiness, and society? When either choice you make leads to the end of the life you once knew? What would you choose? Suppress your feelings? Give up everything? This is a story of two such people. They're lives. They're choices. Warning contains incest!!!

Summary

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

What would you do, if the person you loved the most was the only one you could never have?
When you had to choose between you happiness, and society?
When either choice you make leads to the end of the life you once knew?
What would you choose?
Suppress your feelings? Give up everything?
This is a story of two such people. They're lives. They're choices.

Warning contains incest!!!

Chapter1 (v.1) - Diaries of Sin

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"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."<br /> <br /> What would you do, if the person you loved the most was the only one you could never have?<br /> When you had to choose between you happiness, and society?<br /> When either choice you make leads to the end of the life you once knew?<br /> What would you choose? <br /> Suppress your feelings? Give up everything? <br /> This is a story of two such people. They're lives. They're choices.<br /> <br /> Warning contains incest!!!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 12, 2011

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Chapter 1

Seth

24th of December,2013
8:00 PM

It was time to go downstairs. The party was starting, I could already hear the voices carry upstairs. God, this was such a pain in the ass.

I sighed longly wishing more than anything I could change my poor excuse for clothes. No matter what any woman in this world thinks a man dressed up in a monkey-suit is NOT handsome. It is unnatural, just about like a gorilla wearing a clown-suit. We are animals and prefer to be that way. But I had a mission to do. One that brought me absolutely no pleasure. I had to "infiltrate" the party. I gathered my thoughts and started descending the stairs.

God, how i hate social settings. It's just a pretense for people to meet up and brag about they're non-existing happy life, pretending to like each other then laugh at the person they were talking to when they are no longer in ear-sight. My mother has outdone herself like always. She turned the master dinning room in a reenactment of the 19th century ballrooms. The old furniture, the piano concert, the theme selected pieces of art exposed. Women were actually wearing gowns with expensive jewelry to decorate them, and men had to abide to the women so they all wore monkey-suits. The dinning room easily fitted 100 people, women huddled in little groups while the men sat back at the huge dinning table drinking and making mindless jokes. Ugh.

Yes, I live in a mansion ,yes I am rich and yes I was brought up to this life, but I never liked it. It has never stuck to me. I always could see past the falseness of people since I was young and preferred to sit and read until the events were over. But today I couldn't. I have to do what I came here for, even if I go against everything I hate. I mean come on.. Who has the bright idea of celebrating Christmas by organizing a ball? In the cheap TV-shows, people always spend it in a loving family by the tree eating and laughing together.. Yeah right, and pigs fly. Ugh. Again.

"There you are!" flew an annoyingly cheerful voice over the room "Come on, people are dieing to meet you" Huh. Wish they would..

Before I could give a witty answer my mother was already pulling me by the wrist to the nearest group made up of apparently nothing but teenage girls. For a woman so petite and in her late 40s she sure had a strong grip. She was wearing a long purple gown, and let her jet black hair, which I inherited, loose. Great, she had the right to let her hair loose but she made me tie mine back. Parents are never fair..

"Seth, these are the beautiful girls I wanted you to meet." she beamed at me then looked expectantly at the girls. This again? I wish she would just understand that nothing can break my will when I decide something, and meeting stupid teenage girls isn't that something.

"Hy" I said to nobody in particular as the girls got all fidgety and started giggling. "Nice to meet you all"

I was looking over the room again trying to find the one thing I came down for in the first place, the one thing that made me wear a frigging monkey-suit at all.

"This is Stella" my mother tried again to get my attention to these girls present "she studies at your school and she was so excited about meeting you"

I gave the girl a glance. Tall, blond, blue-eyed, typical girl who is rich and spoiled, worrying more about her shoes than the world around her. Sheesh

"I heard so much about you" the girl pulled up to her full height showing her generous cleavage. Hey, I'm not blind." I would love to get to know you better" she winked at me. Slut definitely richened all of those "nice" assets she already had, right after spoiled, and annoying. Is there anyone who actually fell in these traps? Sadly yes, but not me.

"Yeah, well Christmas is the season for making wishes, but I'm no Santa" I rolled my eyes annoyed

"Seth!" my mother hissed but the girls broke in giggles so she just gave me a LOOK. You know, the one which says you'll be so in trouble soon.

I finally saw what I was looking for at the men's table. Of course it had to be at the men's table.

I went away from the little group toward it not bothering to say anything. The men had pulled together by now, all focusing on one center point. MY center point. But could I blame them? Sadly no. I mean just look at her. Sitting there with the beer in her hand acting and laughing with them like she was one of them. Her looks however betrayed her. She was wearing a black gown,that left her bare shoulder and generous cleavage at the mercy of any prying eyes. Her round breasts, her long red hair, held up partially only by a hairpin, flowing down her bare shoulders, her sparkling almond shape green eyes, red lips, and pink cheeks made any woman in this room pale in comparison. My stomach did a back-flip as I stopped to stare at her, but I quickly retracted as I saw a man getting way to "chummy" with her. GRRRR..

"Jessica!" I said a little too loudly clenching my fists. I couldn't afford to make a scene, but God knows I wanted to smack the guy there and then.

"Seth!" she beamed at me giving me an innocent look "What's wrong?"

"My mother asked for you to help in the kitchen" I lied threw my gritted teeth, using all of my control to not just grab her and take her away.

"Wha?" she looked distracted into my eyes, and then she must have seen how upset I am cause she got up immediately.

"Sorry guys, a woman's work is never done" she gave an apologetic smile, and I grabbed her hand pulling her away before anyone could respond

How small her hand seemed in mine. How easy it could be for me to pin her down and.. I shook that thought out of my head, before the animal in me woke up. I was hear to rescue her from these animals not become one myself. That is why I came down after all. To save her. At least that is what I was telling myself.

"Seth" she said so sweetly that my heart seemed to beat out of my chest "this is not the way to the kitchen" then she started giggling, and I let her hand go.

"Why are you angry?" she eyed me suspiciously, her green eyes making my skin tingle. Well, I can't exactly tell her I'm madly in love with her and I want to slay a dragon and go off into the sunset on a white horse. Especially when I'm the dragon in this story.

"Why do you think I'm mad?" I asked staring away from her. Maybe if I don't look at her I can control myself and not look like a love-struck puppy.

"Your eyes are yellow" she said plainly looking away from me, opportunity which i took to finally draw a breath. Yes, men puff up they're chests when a girl is staring at them, especially if they're in love. It's a guy thing, don't ask. And yes, my eyes change color. I originally have grey eyes which makes them prone to seem blue, yellow, green making me a frigging mood ring. Most people don't notice cause I control my feelings very well, and have long hair, but you try to control yourself when the person of your dreams is next to you.

"What? Did I say anything to offend your sex-hungry friends?" I stared at her folding my arms. My pulse was rising as was the urge to make her mine, so nobody else could have her.

"I can take care of myself" she said pulling up her nose and sticking out her tongue in a very childish way.

"I didn't know taking care of your self equaled walking in the wolf's lair" I pulled myself closer to her puffing my chest. "We must be speaking a different language".

"Do I look like I need rescuing?" she asked gesturing at her body "I'm a grown woman and older than you" Great. Tell me something I don't know.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt" Or me watching you be with another which I didn't ad. "After all, you may be older but you're naive" That part was actually true

"What? You want to lock me up in a tower so I'll be safe?" she raised her brow looking amused. Hmm, could it be possible? No, I can't lock her up against her will. I noticed she was only standing about ten inches from me. If I could just lean in and kiss her. Just to taste those silky red lips once...

"There you are!" my mother yelled scaring the bejeesus out of me "What are you doing here? There are plenty of girls to meet and little time" she gave me a piercing look.I folded my arms grouchily and stared away, pulling my head high

"Mother, you know I am not interested in meeting anyone" because I already am in love, which I didn't add.

"Did you want help in the kitchen?" Jessie asked my mother smiling.

"No dear" my mother answered confused "I only need to take some platters, you guys go mingle" she gave me another look then scrawled away.

I looked at Jessie feeling defeated, as she turned to go back to the table. She stopped, smiled looking into my eyes making my knees quiver

"Give it two hours" she said sweetly" If you behave nicely, I'll grant you a request" she kissed my cheek and glided back towards the men table without turning.

Good thing to. I felt like I had a high fever and was burning up. I rushed to the nearest bathroom and washed my face about three times till I could actually control my breathing. I looked at myself in the mirror in front of the sink, touching the place where she kissed me. No, it didn't leave a burn.. Felt like it though. Smooth, silky, hot...Like liquid fire. Two hours, but if anybody so much as touches her I'm going to commit murder. Figures my eyes were blue now. They didn't need to tell me. I already knew I was hopelessly in love. I went back to the party praying for a miracle, or a time-bending machine to make the two hours fly.


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