7 Deadly Sins Opening 1 Novels & Stories

His eyes were dark and serious and fixed on mine like he was daring me to say yes. “We can’t,” I said. It sounded weak even to me. “I know.” “Parents… ” “Aren’t here.” “You’re my… ” “I know what I am.” His thumb dragged down to the corner of my mouth. Pressed there. “Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve been hard since I opened the door.” Jesus.

She was crafting the opening lines, no doubt laced with her usual dramatic flair. The air in the room crackled with anticipation. "Are you sure about this, Sophia?" she finally looked up, her expression serious for a fleeting second. "Once this goes live, there's no taking it back. Their lives, as they know them, are over." "And?" I challenged. "And it's going to be on you," she sighed and studied me. "You willing to live with that?" A cold, hard satisfaction settled in my chest. "Absolutely sure, Keke. They deserve it. Every single bit of it."

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

An openness to complexity, to discomfort, to emotions that do not fit neatly into right or wrong. If you choose to continue, I ask only that you step into this story with curiosity rather than judgment, and compassion rather than certainty. This book was written for readers who feel deeply. For those who understand that love is not always clean, that desire does not always arrive with permission, and that the heart does not always follow the rules it was taught. It is for those who have lived in the spaces between choices, where no path feels entirely safe, yet one feels undeniably true. At the center of Irresistible Sin are Kael Ravenwood and Ava Delos Reyes. You will come to know them not

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

“Come on, baby. Trust me.” Naomi hesitated. Every sermon her mother had ever preached rang in her ears—warnings about “godless places,” about losing herself, about how girls who wandered off the righteous path always paid dearly for it. And yet, the sight of Nick’s hand stretched out for hers made her chest ache. She took it.

Lester cough again when Peter throws a dagger look at him. "I won't do anything to her," Lester said but his voice sounds to groggy to me. I can't hear it properly but Peter continues to give Lester a dagger look. If looks could kill, then maybe I and Lester are already out of this world. We can't see tomorrow new day if only looks could kill. Peter has been throwing death glares since he came here. I or I must say we, we didn't even do anything wrong to make a mad man like that and he is here giving us death glares.

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

He could wrap his hands around my neck and take my life if he wanted to. “That’s okay,” Kael says, looking over me at the immortal behind me. “Sinful and I were just discussing a few things.” Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gripping me. The touch is so overwhelming, I can barely think for a moment, before everything came to me. I studied this immortal very briefly in school. We learnt about the Seven Sins and Seven Virtues at some point. More about the Virtues, but the Sins were mentioned, along with what they are capable of. So when Sinful touched me, it was as if I could suddenly remember who he was.