7 Deadly Sins New Novels & Stories

Gluttony. Sloth. The seven deadly sins. The commoners don’t see this every day because they don’t have a chance to show it. I’ve lived with them my whole life. The nobles in Westineof let them loose and follow every command that they give. They wanted money, they had it, they wanted more, they craved it, then they stole it indirectly. They wanted women; they raped children; they bought slaves like toys and wanted more. They wanted to be the best, so they ruined the others; they wanted what the others have, they believed that the world is a slave to their desires. They got angry when you pointed out their faults and held pride in what they were doing. They didn’t accept it when someone said d

There were seven original sins, later known as the seven deadly sins. They were pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. The first trial Felix went through, the House of Indulgence, was clearly centered on lust. The second trial, the House of Wrath, was even more self-explanatory. With this sudden influx of information, he had learned the names of the remaining five trials, immediately making the connection to the Seven Sins. However, why did the S-tier Malevolent Phantom require someone to fully embody each of these sins?

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

“You came seeking truth. Tonight the goddess will take everything from you… through us.” I lifted my head, trying to steady my breathing. The dreams that had pulled me here felt distant now. The quiet life I had left behind felt even farther. “I thought this was about faith,” I whispered. A dark smile touched the corner of Nikolai’s mouth. He stepped down from the altar and circled me slowly. His fingers brushed my bare shoulder, then trailed down my spine, sending a shiver racing across my skin. “Faith is proven in the flesh, little sister,” he murmured. “Words are cheap. But when you’re on your knees, stuffed full of cock and still begging to serve… that is when the goddess listens.”

He said. "What did you mean?" Catherine asked standing on her feet. "What I'm saying is Clancy took everything." The bishop rephrased "Clancy took the whole seven inscriptions within himself." Scott who couldn't understand the bishop asked again "You know something, what is it?" The bishop scoffed bitterly "The Unholy Books are just fragments of the seven deadly sins, tiniest portions of their powers but now, Clancy represents the sins, all of them." "What?" Bella awed. The bishop heaved "Clancy is the new seven deadly sins!" He finalized.

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

Never once did I think my first time will be chained in a prison room, bent for a warden who hates me. I don't want it to be anyone else. The head breaches. Burns. Stretches “Ahh..” He paused, let's me adjust then pushes deeper. Slow at first then relentless. “Good boy.” Then he bottoms out, every nerve of mine on fire. He pulls back and slams in. I cry out. Again skin slaps skin. He goes in harder, hands grip my hips. Each thrust drives the air from my lungs. He slaps my ass. “What a tight ass

"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."

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!