Afterdeath Sin Novels & Stories

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

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.”

I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise. I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death of Vraxlon, the wave of sin of lust would be free for anyone who wanted to take it, considering that the sin of laziness was not really dead" my three-headed dog, affectionately called Cerberus, took charge of swallowing the bodies that the receiver of the sin of laziness used to hide the

He nodded as he slowly stood up and left, when he got to the exit point, he looked back and said, “You deserve to die Sin for killing Kendra your mate.” Sin began to breath heavy as he started to shift into his wolf, After he shifted completely in seconds in ran across the room quickly pushing me to the wall and landed few blows to my face before he put the sword through my chest. I fell to the ground, struggling to breath, when I turned to look at my mate she was struggling to talk but her mouth was covered with tape, The pain surged through my whole body as I tried to stand but couldn't. Sin began to laugh devilishly, he kicked my ribs sending me back to the ground as I tried to pull the s

Belphegor took his hand over his face and opened his eyes which were golden as well. He dragged himself to a sitting position and he lazily stared at the woman who was busy eating and don't seems to mind his gaze on her. He could see a bit of her cleavage and white milky thighs. “ You should be glad I'm not Asmodeus ” he said. Asmodeus was the sin of lust , he was the third deadly sin. “ I'm glad you're not cause even if you're, you'd be so lazy to even f*ck me ”

he mercilessly ridiculed me as he gazed at me with disdain in his eyes. I just diverted my gaze and deliberately ignored Adrastos’ derogatory phrase. He was correct; I knew I couldn’t go to eternal bliss because of my misdeeds. I took a deep breath. “Is it truly my fault? Hahaha,” I murmured to myself. I am not guilty of murdering someone because I could not kill my sibling. Foremost, he never existed in the world, but I know well that killing myself is an atrocious sin. But could it be that my arrival into this world was a sin?

Mark faded faster in his bed, the mask slipping as the past clawed toward the light. I remained trapped, my screams echoing unanswered through walls that refused to release what they had taken. The original sin had not died. It had simply learned to wait for those brave enough to listen.

I never want to see this idiot again in my life. “I don't bite either Mr. Stefunny” we walk towards the altar smiling and trying to ignore the discomfort between us. When we arrive, I try to separate from him, but he restrains me. I'm about to hit him when the wedding march begins to play, announcing the bride will make her entrance. She looks splendid and radiant, the smile on her face is a reflex of the happiness she feels at this moment. The ceremony begins, the words of the priest are touching, the way he talks about the meaning of love makes me remember what I once felt and that Jonathan took it upon himself to kill, I can no longer contain myself, and the tears begin to flow freely dow

If he sees my hands I'm done. Dear God, I deserve another chance.