A Seven Deadly Sins Story Novels & Stories

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

He smiled at the startled old man. "I recommend that you speak with Pride and Sloth first. It's much easier to negotiate with those two than with Wrath." It remained silent. The old man fixed his gaze on the briefcase. Sandoval seems to have given up hope of getting its way. "Mr. Sandoval, do you already understand what's going on? If it had just been me, I could have taken you off the list right away. The issue is that you made a mistake at the wrong time and in the wrong place. I'm Lust, one of The Seven Sins Association's seven founders. Don't you think my friends could be here in my kingdom? Particularly those three, the triad."

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

By the deity, his chocolate-colored curls were enough for me to grip while I rode his face till dawn. He smirked at me. I stopped breathing for a moment. My sisters had warned me of these new immortal-like beings that were ravaging the dimensions. They were devils in disguise. Wolves in sheeps’ clothing. They were lethal and manipulative, and would do whatever it took to have everyone kissing their feet. There was no way to tell my sisters how right they truly were. Now, I was stuck with them. I would have to navigate a way out and home. I would seek revenge on every last one involved in my capture, auction and murder of my siblings. There would be blood shed. Carnage.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”

“God won’t be angry, Naomi. You think He cares about one sip of alcohol? That’s just your parents filling your head with sermons to make your life miserable.” The words stabbed sharper than the music. She twisted her fingers together under the table, staring at the drink. One sip. Just one. Was it really such a sin? “Tell me,” Nick continued, his voice softer now, coaxing. “Do you want to spend your whole life trapped? Your freedom twisted by your parents until you’re nothing but a puppet? Or…” He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Do you trust me—the one who will marry you at the end?”

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

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Sinora's eyes widened slightly, but even then, she remained quiet. "As you know, your father owed alot of money, and we are far behind on payment. It is your duty to honor your father now." Mrs Anderson swallowed, "You've heard of the Dark king." A scoff barely escaped Sinora's lips, the name alone made goosebumps crawl over her skin. The dark king was a notorious monster who dealt ruthlessly in the underworld. Nobody had ever seen him face to face, yet he had taken over majority of the Black market, causing a rucus all around the city, and now, they were selling her to him to save their neck?