7 Deadly Sins New Novels & Stories

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

Dear Reader Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, Sins Of My Body. Sins Of My Body was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form. The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended. Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.”)

“Just like I was born to be a warrior, and you were born to be a Luna and a Beta, Sondi was born to serve in other ways. She’s smart and kind. She's special in her own right.” “I guess you’re right.” I wipe my eyes and take a ragged breath. “I know I told the guys I was fine being the worm on the hook, but I’m not so sure now, Justice.” “We need to flush out Sin.” She says. “We need to stop him and see if we can find out what’s wrong with Obsidian.” “I know, I know.” I sigh. “I guess reality is hitting me. I just killed a man.” “Technically, I did. If that helps calm your spirit.”

I need as much out of him as I can possibly get. “You see, you’re one of us,” he tells me. My eyes widen. “Perhaps not on the same tier of immortality as Fate, or me, for example. But you are part of the Seven Virtues.” Not many people know of the Seven Sins or the Seven Virtues. They keep to themselves, but their existence is the reason why mortals are the way they are. There names are something I’m not familiar with, which I am grateful for. The Sins, at least, are the most frightful of the few. The Virtues, I don’t mind so much.

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.”

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

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

He didn’t want to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could still feel the same fire in her kiss. Not when this moment felt so much like love. Love, just like before. He kissed her back... fiercely... and laid her down on the bed. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the mattress beneath her. She tried, with all her strength, to ignore the truth. That this was a sin. That she was about to sleep with a married man. That after this, she’d never be able to face herself again.

Blinking rapidly as if trying to absorb the words, father Reed glared at me when he finally figured it out, clenching his jaw. "You killed him?!" He growled. "Took you so long, priest." I leaned forward in my seat to get a good look at his helplessness. "I'm wondering who's gonna do your dirty work now?" Anger was written on every inch of the priests face. He lifted the gun again and pointed it straight at my head. "You've been acting like a saint, giving sermons…where as, you're still deep in sin." I stood up and walked closer towards him. "Your congregation must be thinking so highly of you, how would they react if they were to find out about this other side of you?"