7 Deadly Sins Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

When I was young, I’ve heard a story about Seven Deadly Sins. Everyone born in this world with seven twins that linked by sin, one soul for one sin. When someone is dead, the sin will passed to other twin until one person inherit all seven sins and become a Completed One. Why someone must live with that sin? I guess I know it now. July 28, 2045. Sovereignty Dorm number 78. There was emergency status after strange cloud showed up near the area.

He sighed, setting his phone aside. “Saint Padre. I know.” “Then you know why I don’t want Eloise around her.” Alex’s lips twitched — not into a smile, but something dangerously close. “You sound like one of those parents who forbid their kids from dating anyone with tattoos.” “This isn’t about tattoos, Alex.” “Then what is it about?” he asked softly. “Because all I’m hearing is fear.” I glared at him. “That man traffics weapons. He launders money through half of the luxury industries in Europe. He’s not just another rich crook. He’s—” I stopped myself before accidentally revealing my own past and how it connected back to him.

Looking at Nathan with pure hatred. "Step away from him Serena." I looked at Nathan. He didn't move. Didn't reach for a weapon. Just stood there calm and empty-handed. "Nevan wait." I held up my hand. "He has something from Dad." "I don't care. He's a Redmond." "No. He's telling the truth." Nevan's gun came out. "The only truth here is that they killed Dad's first-born." "The only truth is that the killing needs to stop." My voice came out steady. "Because if it doesn't, we all die."

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.