7 Deadly Sins Tagalog Novels & Stories

Guela explained like this entire situation was completely normal. "What do you mean? He doesn't eat? Like how.. What? How does it work, feeding off lust?" I asked her in confusion. Guela laughed a soft laugh while shaking her head. "You're so innocent. No, he does eat normal food. But his soul feeds off lust that beings feel. It fills him in a different way. All brothers have it with their own sin. King Mammon is the demon of Greed. He has an intense desire to possess wealth and goods and pursuit of wealth, status and power. King Leviathan is the demon of Envy. He desires everything that other being have. Their traits, status, abilities, situations and possessions. Be careful around the brot

Sapo ang dibdib na singit ko. “Exactly. Chase him. Ask him…Stake your claim. Sa Tagalog, lagyan mo ng label. Love's a bitch and our world is cruel. You're not some hoe na pwede niyang kaladkarin at landiin when it deem fit to him," dugtong pa nito bago humigop ng kape sa basong hawak. “Value is what separates a true woman to the rest. Don’t be blindsided by your attraction to him, Gen. If you don’t show him how and on what way you want to be handled or treated, sa kangkungan natin pupulutin ang puso mo.”

malalim si Lucas habang pinipigilan ang pag-agos ng luha mula sa mga mata niya. Kahit alam niyang wala namang makakakita, ayaw niyang umiyak sa harapan ng puntod ng mga magulang, lalo na kung ang mga luhang iyon ay dahil sa tatay niya. "Nung nakita ko na hinayaan mong tapak-tapakan ka ng iba, na dayain ka ng mga dati mong kasama... para akong napahiya dahil hinangaan kita. Hinayaan mong matalo ka ng konsensya at takot mo... Pinili mong maging mabuti at disenteng tao, pero pinahirapan ka ng mundo. Puro ka prinsipyo, pero wala ka namang pera para buhayin kami ni Mama." Lucas blinked fast to stop his tears, before nodding as he smiled bitterly, "I know I'm going to hell for doing all of these,

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

POV: Sera The split screen was still live when Liora dropped her bomb. Her face filled half the screen, tears streaming down her perfect makeup as she held up copies of the contract. “Kaelan Voss has been keeping Seraphina Vale as his paid sexual slave,” she said, her voice breaking perfectly for the cameras. “Here is the contract she signed. One year of her body in exchange for money. This is not romance. This is exploitation. And I have more evidence coming.”

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

the man began talking once again as he crouch down for our eyes to be leveled. He wasn’t that far away from me, his voice was loud and clear. He look down, and even under the hood I could see his twisted smile, as he watch the souls under the river crying out for despair. “For heroes, there are trials. For saints, there are temptation. For humanity, there are sins.” I watch him expressionlessly. I didn’t answer his question dahil alam kong magiging walang kwenta ang aking sasabihin.

Liam was, without a doubt, a different level of fucked up. “‘Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb.’ That phrase is straight out of the Bible, Hilary. When people—even you and me—came into this world, we were immaculate and uninhibited. But as mere human beings, we are also weak and curious. These things are etched in our nature. And the moment we enter this worldly realm, we give in to the false trappings and disassociate ourselves from our original essence. We sin. There are thousands and thousands of ways that we sin, but the most destructive and root of it all that impedes us from our spiritual progress are the seven deadly ones.”