8th Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

The only thing I could hear was the pumping of my heart in my ears as I stared up at him. I didn’t know what I expected when they dragged me off to meet their Alpha—a crazed beast who fed on blood from mystical virgin creatures like my kind. Whose generation was known for drinking us dry and defiling us, turning us to pitiable humans with a quick countdown to die. Whatever I expected, it was not this image in front of me. Alpha Sin did not look like the rugged, beastly man I’d spent all my life fearing. He looked like a masterpiece of a man—almost seven foot, with razor sharp features, and jet back hair that was slicked back with precision.

Lines of text scrolled across the screen messages from the elite church women. ‘Naomi really destroyed him in front of everyone. Bold girl.’ ‘How shameful for Stevenson’s son to chase after a pastor’s daughter, desperation runs in his blood.’ ‘His mother died birthing him, poor woman. And now he’s staining the family name.’ Camille’s chest rose and fell heavily as she read the words aloud then she turned her cold eyes on him. “How could you shame us like this?” she hissed. “After everything we’ve done for you, you dare to embarrass your father’s name in front of the whole church?”

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.

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.

Is it his way of thinking or is it just a sign that was placed up there by a predecessor ? Was that why the man was killed ? Trevor Vickers , had he touched one of the men's women. Patriarchal men were usually possessive , women were their belongings. Something they owned. Has one cheated ? It was one of many possibilities of what Trevor did to deserve to die in someone's mind. Right now I was just reaching in all honesty I don’t think anyone from The sinners had anything to do with it. They wouldn’t spend years being careful only to throw a business card in a pool of blood and bring the heat to their door step.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.