7 Deadly Sins Tattoo Sleeve Novels & Stories

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”

He let go of her nape as his knuckles ever so slowly caressed her erected bud through the fabric of her shirt making her flinch back with slumped shoulders and wide fearful eyes, mouth opened slightly to breathe. "FUCK!" He cussed loudly, making her jump. Xander's nose flared in restraint as he inhaled her arousal in the air. She was fucking aroused! Fuck him! Lord help him! Fuck! This little doll torments him like crazy! "Your mine Belle. Body, soul, and heart. Every inch of you belongs to me." He growled whilst rubbing himself on her womanhood making it extremely difficult for her to keep her mind intact. "Say it!" He commanded her harshly, making her already fear-filled hazy eyes stare at

Reuel commented as he fixed his gaze on his prey while Azael continued to monitor the situation outside the room. “Master Reuel, I...” Howard trembled in fright. Words failed him at such a critical moment and he gulped as he waited for his death sentence. “What? Cat got your tongue?” Reuel sneered, his eyes cold and emotionless. “What happened to your fear when you issued membership to Boris Green? Didn’t you know he wasn’t someone who’d ever be allowed in this part of the club?” “I’m so sorry, Master.” Howard kneeled immediately as he begged for mercy. “I became greedy for a moment and...”

Silas said, "is a tool. Not just a needle. It carries properties that mimic the pain of electric shock. So tonight, we’ll revisit your encounters. With Cassian. With the boy you sinned with in school. And every time you react inappropriately..." He tapped the needle against his palm. “It'll force your body to remember its the temple of the Lord. That was it. Eli snapped. "No. Fuck no.” he barked, standing up to his feet. “You think you can torture the gay out of me? What next– an exorcism? Strip me naked and scream verses over my cock?!” the monk tilted his head. “If that is what it takes.” “God you’re so fucking sick,” He hissed, stepping forward with clenched fist. “My feelings and desires

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.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

Was there an enemy watching them like I was ? The front door opens and a woman walks out , she stops and squints up at the sun. Her hair was a mess, her clothes looked like they had just been thrown on and in her hand was her heels. The walk of shame. Whoever she was , was just coming from an interesting night by the looks of her. Then the door opens behind her and a tall man I recognise comes out , he’s shirtless but has his jeans and boots on. Tattoos cover his full arms and chest all the way up his neck and then stop. His long hair was loose , blonde. I recognise him as Joker , one of Carnage's inner men. He pulls what looks like a cigarette from behind his ear , digs in his pocket and li