8th Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

he asked, his voice rough, stripped of any gentleness. "No," I whispered, shaking my head. "My father... he says it opens the door to sin." Luca let out a dark, humorless laugh. He swirled the liquid in the glass. "Your father thinks the world is black and white but where I'm going to take you, Sofia... where we are going... There is no black and white. Just grey and blood red." He took a step closer, invading my personal space. "You need to start," he said. "The world is going to get darker, the sex is going to get harder. You're going to see things that prayer can't fix. You need to learn how to cope."

In the darkness, she promised herself that she was going to make him regret ever taking her. Serena had spent hours in the dark, her wrists were aching and her mind was racing. She replayed everything she knew about Lucian Moretti. She had heard he was Ruthless and Calculating but most of all, Dangerous. He wasn’t just another enemy in her father’s long list of rivals, he was the kind of man who didn’t play fair.

“Even if the world blames me, even if it’s impossible.” His lips brushed mine, soft, almost reverent. “And I’ll protect you,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” --- The Road to Revenge By nightfall, Nicholas had already mobilized his men, tracking every trace of Damien’s betrayal. I stayed in the study, bandaged and weary, watching as he transformed from the man cradling me moments ago into the ruthless heir to the Rhodes empire. The contrast was jarring—softness for me, lethal precision for anyone who dared cross him.

The man who carried a gun, and you’d never know when it’d turn to you. Yet. Despite all of that, I fell for him. Lust wasn’t the deadliest sin a man could commit, it was this temporary craving I see in his eyes. Hunger for flesh and skin being touched. Wanting every inch of my soul. Calling me his even if I don’t belong to him. Other people would say murder was the most unforgivable thing in this world. No. Loving him was an unforgivable sin. People like him never deserved second chances. I gulped the lump of rage in me.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

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.

I couldn’t tell… I couldn’t even bring myself to call Tasha and let her know that her plan had worked. I had snagged a Greek god and for the first time in a long while, I was too sexually satisfied that I craved more. But she was probably still high as fuck and fucking some guy from the club. I didn’t think calling her would be the right thing to do right now I leaned against my chair and let the idea of even calling her slip off my mind and just focused on Nate’s banging body and the weight and size of his golden dick.

’ She clenched her fist that was now under the table. ‘But when he found out that the old lion of Santa De Leones broke their sacred tradition of handing the family to the first born.. He snapped. Killed her without mercy. Made it look like suicide or something.” It curdled something in her. “What’s her name again? Antonia? The unlucky first born?’ Her stomach. Her blood. Her faith in justice. ‘But I’m already in too deep to turn back now.’ She had sold too much of herself already. ‘And he promised that he’ll give me Luchese,’ her eyes gleamed.