7 Deadly Sins Stories Novels & Stories

The repentance book still lay open on the table beside us — the same one Ciara had read from while he fingered her. “Read,” he ordered, voice dark. “First paragraph. Adultery. Out loud.” My hands shook as I pulled the heavy book closer. My voice came out hoarse: “I… I renounce the sin of adultery… I reject all impure desires for another’s body… I offer my weakness as penance to the Lord…” “Good boy,” he praised softly. Then his hands were on me again.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been… two weeks since my last confession.” Silence on the other side. Then his voice—low, calm, the same voice that read the Gospel every Sunday. “Speak your sins, child.” She started small. Disobedience to the rule of silence. Impure thoughts during prayers. A moment of anger toward Sister Margaret. Easy sins. Safe ones. But her voice grew quieter, thinner. “And… I dream,” she whispered. “Of hands on my skin. Rough hands. Holding me down. Taking me. Making me lose control. I wake up wet… aching. I touch myself sometimes. I can’t stop.”

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.

“ Shit what do I do now ? “ I mumble to myself. Last night was amazing , but it was also a mistake. One that I don’t want to face. In the heat of the moment my mind had been fully on the task of getting off and actually being touched. In the light of day the logic and the consequences of what happened was fully back I let the leader of The Sinners go down on me , I let him watch me groom and I came all over his face until I blacked out. Carnage , the killer , the ruthless man on the cops most wanted list. The one that I’d guess at least forty agents or cops had a bee in their bonnet for to bring down because they knew it would be their career booster.

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

Those two were joined at the hip at this point. I sat on the edge of the couch, glass in hand, the amber liquid catching the low light. We were four kings pretending to be gods. And maybe, in some way, we were gods. “So,” Damian said, tilting his head toward me. “Luca, you gonna finally tell us what’s really going on with the new girl?” I didn’t answer right away. I took a slow sip, letting the silence stretch. The city lights blinked behind Damian’s shoulder, a reflection of all the things Heldon’s students pretended not to care about — money, legacy, power.

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.

“You want me to tell you—” “Confess,” he butts in, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I want you to tell me the truth. You wanted me to find you like this, didn’t you? That you like being my dirty, fucking secret, my dirty slut. Confess all your sins to your very own devil.” That word again, rubbing me in all the places I never knew I needed. Being degraded, pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on me, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want me just as terribly as I want him.

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.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, causing Demir to fall into a hushed silence as he watched him. “Someday, I will grant you the privilege of meeting my death angel,” he smirked. “Sebastian, we are in a priesthood. Cross me, and I’ll search every corner to ensure your complete ruin.” Demir looked him dead in the eyes. “Teaching me morality, huh? How would you treat the daughter of the man who killed your father, mother, and brothers? He wanders freely while I grieve every night. You can’t understand, and honestly, I have no expectations from you.”