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.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

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.

He pulled in, parked by the pumps. Stacy spotted it first. “What's that store over there?” Emerald leaned forward against the seats, eyes lightening up. “Let's check it out” The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside. Dim red lights, black velvet curtains sectioning off corners, shelves packed with everything forbidden and fun. “A sex shop?” Kevin grinned, “now this trip keeps getting interesting.” Stacy wandered towards a wall of dildos in colors and sizes. Emerald joined her both last on the dildo shelf. Emerald picked up a thick veined one and held it appreciatively.

"A friend should always underestimate your virtues, and an enemy overestimates your faults"- Mario Puzo Chapter 88 DANTE POV I was going to the seventh hell. Not the first one or the second one, but the innermost, hottest level of hell because I deserved it... All my life, I have been committing millions of sins, but none greater than this one. And on Sunday nonetheless.

“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.