7 Deadly Sins Arthur Novels & Stories

When she returned, she pressed a glass of water into my shaking hands. “Drink.” I did. The cold burned all the way down. She knelt in front of me, her face soft but serious. “Okay. Start talking.” The words poured out between sobs. I told her about the whispers in the hallway. The locked door. How Dante had broken it down like it was nothing. How his protection had felt too close to obsession. Sofia’s hand flew to her mouth. “And then,” I said, my voice dropping, “I heard them talking about how the man who tried to hurt me was killed. Like it didn’t matter. Like it was nothing. What if I’m next?”

"Dress in the black suit. The one that makes you look like you’re heading to a war room. Because when we walk down those stairs, that’s exactly where we’re going." As Roman walked out of the room to face his father, he realized the "Sinful Virtue" of the day: He was no longer protecting his family from her. He was protecting her from his family. And God help anyone who stood in his way.

"Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister." "Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice steady and low. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people."

"How-" "How was I supposed to know that you'd love her too," Arthur growls. "And don't push your righteous agenda on me. We're both in the bodies trade. You make a pretty penny on that wh*re house of yours, and you know it." "I'm not like you," Victor shouts. "The things you did, to them, to Edward, to Calvin, to all those Omegas. It's sick, Arthur." "I learned from the best," Arthur replies. "Why are you here? To make me repent. I know I'm not going to heaven. So you can expect the company when you die. I'll set a place just for you, Vic."

"A smart person must know how to change his decision to suit himself and the situation, whatever is beneficial to me, I will do. If I don't have good health, I can't live and enjoy the money Henry gave me, those things can't follow me to hell. To me, a vacation is a thousand times more precious than that frivolous money." Arthur used the word “hell” not heaven, because he knew that the end of evil people like him could only be going straight to hell, which was the place worthy for Arthur to stay, not a beautiful heaven with countless good things. Arthur could not return to being a good person, he could only continue to be the henchman of the lord of hell, and of course, his place of residenc

I spit it out on the ground, but Arthur refuses to give me a break and kicks my ribs, making me inhale, but the sensation is close to inhaling knives because of the pain. I roll over to my back, and Arthur watches me, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and challenge, as though to say, "Yeah, that's what I can do. Do you want more?" Fear ripples down my body. What happened to Arthur? Why is he trying to kill me now? Why does it seem like I'm fighting his evil twin or his body possessed by some kind o demon?

He will do this just to save himself, his parents, and everything he has built. Arthuro slowly released his tongue. In his mind, it had been a long time since he last had sex with a woman. And this devilish act of Michel, leads him to devour it. "Ohm," Michel murmured when he licked her clit. While he was doing that, he still didn't open his eyes. And what he did is a serious sin that the Lord cannot forgive. And even if Arthuro stopped his own feelings, he couldn't do it. His penis stiffened.

Each blood made Arthur vomit blood, bringing him closer to death. “Arthur, you manipulated generations of emperors, turning them into your puppets. You ignored the lives of the people, treating the millions of Florencians as your tools. You show no regard for humanity, using the people of Florence as materials for your inhumane experiments. You’ve done all sorts of evil time and time again...” Andrius approached while listing Arthur’s crimes. Each one was heinous and deserved death! As Andrius finished the last word, he arrived in front of Arthur. “Arthur Ohger, are you ready to die?”

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

If his holy cock was pressing against his cassock right now. “Father Damien,” I whispered, “I am touching myself right now. In your confessional. My fingers are inside my pussy while I talk to you. I am so wet.” A low, tortured groan escaped him. The sound sent a thrill through my body. “You are sin incarnate,” he said hoarsely. “You are tempting a man of God.” “Then punish me, Father.” My fingers moved faster. “Or better yet… come over to this side and punish me properly.”