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🖤 FROM SINNER TO SAINT

From Sinner to Saint isn’t a glow-up. It’s a resurrection.

This is the story of Naomi Brooks: party girl, serial romantic, living fast and empty… until one moment cracks her world wide open.

Through heartbreak, conviction, grace, and slow sanctification, Naomi’s life unfolds across seasons. From neon nights and crowded rooms to quiet mornings and church pews. From chasing love to learning how to rest in Christ.

This isn’t a perfect faith story. It’s a process.

A Sims 4 legacy about sin, surrender, and the long road home.🎮✝️☁️

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⚠️ CONTENT WARNING

From Sinner to Saint deals with mature themes including substance abuse, alcohol dependency, promiscuity, and self-destructive behavior.

Things get worse before they get better. That's kind of the whole point.

If any of these themes are sensitive for you personally, please take care of yourself first. 🖤

Afternoon

Trying to stretch the uncomfortable moodlets away. "Ughhhhhh!" Her body was absolutely revolting against her.

Withdrawal symptoms didn't care you were on a peaceful farm trying to recover and heal. Where was the coke??? The Mimosa???? The parties???!!!

Ruth came over to check on her. She came over with a sweet smile and eyes that said, she knew..

"You're doing good sweetie, better than you think."

"Miss Ruth the struggle is so real right now," her lips poked out.

"And it will get better. Remember one thing at a time. Let's have lunch out here on the patio. I'll warm up my Gumbo that I'm sure your stomach will appreciate."

And Ruth was right, that gumbo tasted like she put her whole soul into it.

Newcrest | Thursday | Fall Day 12 of 14 | 6:30am

Early Thursday morning she was walking out the door with her suitcase and a decision she refused to talk herself out of. 🌿 No second guessing. No standing in the mirror. No one last drink to take the edge off.

Just. Go. 🖤

🌾🌊 📍 Henford-on-Bagley | Early Morning

She didn't know a place could feel this different. 😌

Newcrest felt like another lifetime already. 🖤

Arriving at Ruth's Home

She could hear the animals before she could even see the house properly. 👀

Something bleating. Something mooing. The distinct sound of a rooster. 🐓

Naomi slowed her steps just slightly.

...was that a goat? 🐐🖤

🧳Nobody told her it was going to be a FARM.

Cassidy stepped inside first and went straight to Ruth. 💜

By the time Marlowe and Naomi made it through the door. The goats and sheep followed.🐐🐑 Uninvited. Unbothered. Fully committed to being part of whatever this was.

Ruth didn't even look bothered. 😌

Naomi called up her boyfriend to meet at the spa. They seriously needed to talk.

The scandal got there before they did. People outside were already waving them off before she even reached the door. Her and Onacona both. She kept walking. Head down. What else was there to do. 😶

She tried to explain it. Both hands out. What happened, how it happened, how Sean got involved. Onacona listened. Then he talked. He was her boyfriend. He was also her supplier. The last thing he needed was a public scandal with his name attached to it. Too much attention. Too much risk. Too messy. She couldn't even argue with that. 😔

After they left she put the coke on the counter and screamed into an empty house. Not words. Just sound. Then words. Bad ones. Directed at someone specific. She told God exactly what she thought about His plan. She told Him what she thought about taking Joaquin. About taking Jamila after she finally went back. About the lightning that didn't mean anything. About all of it. No answer came.

Days later..

Jamila thought she was getting better. That's what she had told herself all week. Rest. Clean habits. No more coke. The fever would break. Her body just needed time. Monday morning at 2am it was worse than it had ever been. She was burning from the inside and she didn't have enough left in her to do anything about it.

Naomi pushed through the front door at 2am running on nothing. Long shift. New work rival standing deliberately between her and her next promotion. The kind of night that makes you want to pour something strong and not think about any of it until morning. She was just going to bed. That was all she wanted. Just bed.

He didn't even hesitate. One text and he was on the dock. She appreciated that about him. No games. No making her wait to prove a point. The Fearful Solitude moodlet didn't stand a chance. 💋🌺

She also didn't know the boat had a hot tub. She was learning a lot about this rental.

After, they ended up in her bar room.

Don sat down and they talked. Really talked. The kind of talking that only happens when your guard is already halfway down and something is making everything feel slower and softer. 🌿

He asked her something about church. Or maybe she brought it up. She couldn't remember.

She set down the shaker.

"I don't do the church thing."

"That's for people who need someone to tell them what to do with their lives."

She wasn't being mean about it. It was just how she saw it.

"I'm good. I'm living. I don't need saving."

She poured his drink and slid it across the bar.

Don didn't argue. That was also the thing about Don Lothario. He never pushed. 🥃

Munchies hit eventually. 🍔

She made chicken sliders. Handed him a plate at the fridge.

He looked down at it like she had done something unexpected.

She hadn't. She just cooked. Cooking Skill: 4. She was good at it.

She slipped out of bed again. 🖤

Different man. Same 3am.

Don was asleep behind her. She could hear it.

She sat on the edge and looked at her hands. She didn't know what she was looking for.

Every bar in her panel was green. Aspiration milestone: completed. Three men. Three strong relationships. Everything her aspiration said she needed.

She sat there anyway.