7 Deadly Sins Helluva Boss Novels & Stories

The headless body fell down and Cade quickly covered it with the robe Magnus was wearing, not wanting Layla to see it. A few distance away, a woman stood in the cover of the bushes. She had the physical appearance of a human but her eyes falsified it. Her eyes were a sickly red colour and when Riven ripped off Magnus' head, she grinned evilly, her forked tongue slithering out of her mouth. She was Beelzebub, the sin of gluttony;one of the seven deadly sins.

Camila wrists was tied high up to the roof, her toes barely torching the floor. "I lost everything because of you. You damn bitch. WHIP" "You will die tonight. WHIP" "And when am done with you," Boss made a swift exchange with his belt. Locking the tail of the leather around his palm. His evil grin shows how much worse he will lash the buckle on her. "Expect to see you father and brother with you in hell."

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

Gina turned her head and smiled at Abram. Then The Boss launched his views on life with or without parties. If faced between the two extreme choices of partying every night or never, he would choose to party every night. It was like the choice of being evil or not knowing anything at all. Evil could repent, but stupid, he said, would be forever. "You can stop partying, but it's improbable to stop being judgmental—assuming one doesn't party because he considers it as hedonism, and hedonism is sinful," he recapitulated.

And thus, because he didn’t have many options, he opened the dating app he had downloaded, created a profile, and soon searched for her username. Though it clearly said Bloody Rose, the picture she had on was of her beaming at the camera, with her little kitten in her arms – a picture so absurdly sweet and innocent he wanted to keep it for his eyes only. The need to have Rose, and become her addiction the way she was becoming his obsession, was almost unbearable. And even though he knew he needed to restrain himself, and not show her the dark side that had earned him the title of the Mad Boss, the urge to go to her side, and try to comfort her as awkwardly as only he knew how, was overwhelmi

And fuck me, but I think they were real ones… “Who killed Alpha Reymond Hellson?” I could see the struggle in her eyes, as she tried to fight it. She didn’t want to give in or admit to the truth. She had so much power and she didn’t want to give it up. She’d been playing God for so long, she wasn’t ready to face her mortality. Face her sins… “I did!” The words were a choked cry. And the tears that now flowed down her cheek both felt and looked real. She crumbled to a crying heap A miserable ball of sadness…

My voice wavered. "I got with you to get my revenge with Adrian. It was all planned. From day one to you coming into my life until now. I did what I wanted. I fucked you. So you can leave." What? I couldn't recognize him anymore. The dam in my eyes bursted open. "What about when you said you loved me?!” I exclaimed as a tears slid down my cheek. My blood turned cold when I heard him laugh. It was cruel and sharp. “You really thought I loved you?” He smiled, but it was as sharp as a jagged knife. In that moment, he truly looked like the name he owned, his sinister bloodline. A DeLuca. “It was never about you.”

And he broke the volley of its promises by drawing her to him on top of her body, holding it in his arms and chest, small, soft and thin, fragile and solid, strong and stubborn, his eyes shining in the midst of the pitch-black darkness, capturing her attention, and in a deep and hoarse voice he told her: "I don"t have anything for you Eva, you yourself discovered my shadows, my hell and my darkness, you touched my reality, if you were to enter my world, you had to be ready for my hell, strong and a fighter, to fight so that the shadows of my hell would not overpower you and drag you into it, I have nothing to I give it to you, except for my sincerity to you, except for my promise that you al

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

I stared at him, my heart turning to stone. Not a single person in this room had a shred of decency. I had completely underestimated Luca. In the three years I’d known him, he’d played the role of the steady, reliable heir perfectly. He always told me he loathed betrayal. Turns out, he was just a hell of a liar. I looked up, my eyes raw as I met his gaze. Seeing the sudden coldness in my expression, he faltered. "Angelina? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."