8 Sins Novels & Stories

Serena laid across the expensive carpet, her body weak and trembling in the aftermath of yet another powerful orgasm. Her skin was slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Between her legs, she was sore, swollen, and still leaking Damien’s cum in slow, warm trails that ran down her inner thighs and onto the floor. The marks he had left on her body were already blooming dark hickeys on her neck and breasts, fingerprints on her hips, and red handprints on her ass from how roughly he had gripped and spanked her during their frenzied fucking.

"Eighth, from now on, I will definitely obey your orders. I'll follow whatever you say and I'll never go against you, ever." "Ninth, from now on, your hobbies are my hobbies. You are my heaven, my earth, and you'll be the biggest part of my life." "Tenth, if you're still not satisfied, it would still be my fault." After nearly an hour, Silvia had finished listing down her "Ten Sins". She had already admitted to every possible mistake that she could think of and flattered him in every way she could at the same time. She would like to see how Jayden, that evil b*stard, could still make things difficult for her.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

Vincenzo and Pietro were also left speechless. “No way, there is no way all of these could be true.” Dante denied. “My mother left me when I was a baby; she’s dead by now,” Dante told her. “I’m not dead! I am alive and well!” She shouted, causing everyone to fall silent. Delina sighed and placed a hand on her forehead. “This is my karma, I shouldn’t have done what I did. Look at these, one of my son has no idea who I am and the other one hates me.” She murmured to herself.

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

He asked. William scoffed "Sins?" He asked and they were confused. Bishop Daimon answered him instead "yes, sins!" He paused walking forward "I saw the seven deadly sins!" He replied. William laughed walking pass the bishop "You know a lot bishop but this time, you're wrong." He said. Bishop Daimon was confused by William's conclusion about him "What does that suppose to mean?" He inquired. William stopped beside the bishop "It means you're mistaking the seven deadly sins with the Incessants. You're slightly right about them been seven but they aren't sins." He explained.

After Fennel finished speaking, Philip thought silently for a while and asked, “Is there any way to make him lose his reputation or even get disqualified as a candidate for the chief god election?” Fennel frowned, thought for a moment, and said, “From the looks of it, Leo must commit an unforgivable sin in the sacred city before he can be stripped of his status as a candidate for the chief god.” “An unforgivable sin?” Philip asked. Fennel nodded and said, “There are three unforgivable sins. First, cause a war in the sacred city. Because the people of the sacred city are peace lovers, once a war is invoked in the sacred city, he’ll definitely become the public enemy of everyone. Second, kill

The wet, filthy sounds of his cock sliding through my soaked, virgin pussy filled the basement, loud enough that I was certain my mother could hear us upstairs if she listened hard enough. I felt every vein, every ridge, every brutal inch as he stretched me open. It burned. It ached. It felt so fucking good I wanted to scream. “That’s it,” he breathed against the side of my neck, voice barely more than a dark murmur. “Take every inch like a good little slut. I’m gonna wreck this tight cunt. Ruin it for anyone else.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, gripping the edges of the desk until my knuckles went white. My legs were already shaking.

He understood the thought before he even got formed. "The sin of Ira feels the magic of chaos in your friend's blood," said my archangel, "His intention is nothing but the taste of seeing anger taking possession of an archangel." "We will need Octavius to come and help us," I said out loud, although I thanked Miguel mentally for the information. All Zylah didn't need was a demon and an archangel fighting for her. Tennebris arched an eyebrow to indicate that he was listening; he didn't want to stop staring at Kleyphon. I turned to Miguel." All capital sins must be on earth until the end of the seven days. I believe Hyenna has to be next, since the second trumpet means a problem in the seas.

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kind