8 Sins Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damien Voss. Even seated, he dominated the room. Tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders that filled his impeccably tailored black suit. Midnight hair swept back from a sharp, aristocratic face. A faint scar cut through one dark eyebrow, and his steel-gray eyes held the cold calculation of a man who had ordered deaths before breakfast and never lost sleep over it. At thirty-four, he ruled the Voss Syndicate with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. Ruthless in business. Merciless to enemies. Legend said he never raised his voice — he didn’t need to.

"The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!" Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?" "Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!" I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

“ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here. “ This is Hearts, the sin of sloth. He’s always like this so don’t be confused. “ The man named Jake said. Sloth------a lazy one? He have a long reddish hair and an eye glasses. I can definitely see through what kind of sin he is by just looking at his tardy eyes. But still, a handsome one.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

After all, the sins he committed were worse than theirs. "I-I will... entrust you all with my daughter's life." Zacharias took off his feet from his chest as Fernando rashly sat up and gasped while regaining his breath, the other gazed down at him before walking away. They say, a sin for a sin will always and forever be equal, and repentance is the sinner's only defense, but sometimes, being faithfully devoted can lead to blindness from many more truths that are stopping them from their capabilities and limits, transpiring of beliefs and notions that lead to loss of control in yourself, drowned in the sea of coercion instead of the sea of tranquility which the eternal suffering of the sinner

His black eyes were calm but dangerous, and even his neat hair carried a hint of wildness Each step commanded silence, and without meaning to, I held my breath. He looked like the sin dressed in a suit. “I will go straight to the point,” his voice carried, calm but commanding. “I will rank everyone for the new academy season…” Then it hit me…a pull. Strong, unshakable, crawling under my skin. Goosebumps rose, my chest tightened, and no matter how I fought it, it drew me closer. The strangest part was it led straight to him, standing there like sin itself.

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.

"If any of you are Krim, I am going to rip you in half, just know that." "Why do you have a problem with Krim?" Ruby demanded as she pushed the others out of the way. "Who are you even?" Dagon laughed. "Just one of the Hell Princes, are you sure you want to get on my bad side right now? I really don't want to have to deal with you reapers too much." "Hell Princes?" Ruby frowned. "Are you the one that Lust mentioned?" "That would be me," Dagon bowed. "Dagon, Prince of Pestilence. It's why I created the seven sins."

Through the gushing blood flowing from my forehead, I look up into her once hazel eyes which are now a pronounced red, nearly black colour, just as Maddox's are when he's furious with me, or the world in general. "I think its time you pay for your sins, don't you?" she threats, pushing my back further against the railing, making my bones all crack and creak with the new range of movement. I want to say no, tell her that Maddox will kill her, but I keep my mouth shut tighter when she flashes a new pair of pearly-white fangs she never had before. Someone has turned her... From what I know, no human is allowed to be turned unless under rule by the royal family.

I was overjoyed but then I noticed someone in the corner, a man who looked like a cop in the corner of the door, he looked similar to Oliver and there an idea flashed into my mind. When the demon slave showed his true self and killed all those bad people brutally, I took a chance and hit that cop and he immediately lost his consciousness but while doing this I lost those 12 innocent souls, I got angry but soon calmed down. For Ella, 12 souls are nothing right. Just once she will marry me and turn into a devil then we both will together capture innocent souls. The demon slave went back to hell with the souls he had been asked to bring.