7 Deadly Sins Book Novels & Stories

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I pointed at Xander, who still had his back to us. Leander chuckled. “That doesn't mean we aren't identical. Wait till you see his face,” he assured me. Once Xander was sure the car was locked, he turned towards us. My eyes widened as my mouth fell open. Yes, he did look exactly like my husband but the hotter version of him. He was wearing a short-sleeved top, showing his biceps, which were twice Leander's own, and tattoos scattered all over his arm. His face had that kind of dark, erotic beauty that I only thought was seen on men who appeared on TV. And as he stalked towards us, I had to pull my thighs together.

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

She rested her hand gently on her stomach, her heart aching. Only she knew how much courage it took to decide to never carry a child… and yet Zayren hadn’t let her go through with it. She hated him for stopping her... but somewhere, deep down, a small part of her was… relieved. Maybe even thankful. But that didn’t erase the sin he was trying to drag her into. How could she live with herself if she gave in... when he belonged to someone else? If she agreed to what he wanted, she knew she'd be killing her own soul in the process.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kind

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

Once I am under the warm spray I just hold my head up under it and let the water rain down on my skin. I once read something that said the devil is drawn to those that can be easily manipulated. I believed it now , had Carnage been drawn to me. Had he sensed how lonely I was , how depraved I was and had he seen an easy target. One he could charm with such little effort.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

I quizzed with a quirked brow. "Yes, I realize that. Every being experiences at least one of those sins in a lifetime but you have light energy in you to give you better judgment. It should be easier to not commit all seven the way most of my kind do," he informed which got me thinking. If lust was one of the seven deadly sins and most dark angels experienced it, didn't that mean that they had pointless sex? If they weren't careful, wouldn't that mean there were more hybrids like me or half-bloods like Alina?