7 Deadly Sins 7th Sin Novels & Stories

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

I look up at her and she places one knee on the couch before swinging her other leg over my thighs and resting her other knee on the opposite side. Her hands rest on my neck and she smiles, a smile that has nothing innocent about it. A smile of an angel for a body of demon. Because that's what Sasha is. She is evil, forbidden, a forbidden fruit that I am addicted to. And I will go to hell with her. I remove my arms from the back of the couch and place my hands on his back. She looks at me, attentively, her eyes rest on my mouth and I step back when she tries to kiss me.

"We are both going to punished once when we get caught. We need to be extra careful." Ang dapat sanang matatakot ako dahil sa kaniyang sinabi. Hindi tuloy nangyari. Bagkus, parang mas gusto ko pang gumawa ng bawal... ng masama. Para lang marinig sa kaniya ang ganoong kataga. Selfishness or self-will is the manifestation of sin. True love is the antidote to self-centeredness. You will not commit sin with them or tempt them to commit sin if you genuinely love them. "Kung ako lang ang mapaparusahan ay ayos lang, kaya ko naman. Pero paano kapag saiyo na? Hindi ko mapapatawad ang sarili ko, Amari..."

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

Then Sophia brought out bottles of tequila and everything went south. Is that you, God? Ava groans beside me. Because I feel like I've died. She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. Seriously? Can you kill me now? She groans. I'm never drinking again. She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

Then Emerald stopped dead in front of a shelf of strap-ons. Her fingers closed around a monster easily ten inches, thick, realistic veins running its length, black leather harness. She glanced at Stacy, eyes gleaming. Without a word they carried it to the counter together. Kevin was still browsing; they paid quickly and slipped the discreet black bag into Emerald's tote before he turned around. Back on the road, the air felt different “We'll crash at the next decent place.” Kevin informed me. A vacancy sign for a motel appeared up ahead. “Seems decent enough." Stacy suggested quickly.

Pretend there weren’t men hunting shadows trying to locate me. Pretend someone hadn’t tried to kill me. I lifted my face to the sun and stared into space for a few minutes. But even here, with all the perfection that feels like paradise, I felt watched. Not by a person. By something larger. I kept asking myself all the possible endless questions coming to my head. Why? Why me? I had no enemies. I don't have any secrets. No power. Unless— My mind drifted again to Dante’s birthmark. I frowned.

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

Perhaps, because he understood how fearsome Hades was and the pressure that he exuded, Bennett burst into a scream as he rushed at Hades. Hades’s eyes just looked at him coldly. Symmetry of Seven. This sword technique that he acquired from his teacher was coming from Murim World. It was the basis of all Darkness swordsmanship. This technique was representative of the underworld. Seven cardinal directions brought together on the underworld and beneath the fiery of the underworld combined into seven deadly sins. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. It represented everything within the underworld as well as the greatest sins.