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Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

Perhaps, because he understood how fearsome Hades was and the pressure that he exuded, Bennett burst into a scream as he rushed at Hades. Hades’s eyes just looked at him coldly. Symmetry of Seven. This sword technique that he acquired from his teacher was coming from Murim World. It was the basis of all Darkness swordsmanship. This technique was representative of the underworld. Seven cardinal directions brought together on the underworld and beneath the fiery of the underworld combined into seven deadly sins. Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth. It represented everything within the underworld as well as the greatest sins.

I shook my head slightly slapped Mier's shoulder to say slow down. "It is one of the seven deadly sin- Gluttony." Tatsu said while eating his food. "You know about that? You know it is cool. I want a book about that but I couldn't find it and if I could, I can't afford to buy that book." I felt sad a bit but it was okay. I already learned a lot about those deadly sins. "Want me to buy you some books about those?" Saicki invade to our conversation. I became shy.

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

Jone hesitates, his thick fingers twitching beneath the alpha's palm before he tightens his grip, accepting the silent strength of the bond as they step out into the rain-slicked valley. The dark clouds above break open, unleashing a torrential downpour across the Sacred Gathering Ground as hundreds of alphas raise their black shields. Marlon Hale, Randy Hale, Jackie Hale, and Joh'Vonnie Hale carry the heavy stone sarcophagus toward the ancient burial pit, their massive frames straining under the weight of the granite. Jone watches from the front row, his head bowed against the chill as Jermaine Hale addresses the assembled packs, his deep voice echoing across the mountains as he recounts th

“I don’t want to be there. As a matter of fact, I want nothing to do with you or your family.” “Aria,” Kael said quietly, his tone steady, not a flicker of emotion breaking through. “Where is that coming from?” “It was never a request,” my father interrupted, his words firm, final. “You will be there.” Aria’s breath hitched as she took a step back, disbelief clouding her eyes. “And what if I don’t, King Aiden?” A slow smile stretched across his face, cruel and calm. “Then your sister, Zima, will bear the consequences. Wolfsbane was found on her after she attempted to murder me. You know wolfsbane is forbidden, a crime punishable by death.”

The kind that makes your blood go cold. I tell him everything. The motel. The vague threat. The smirk I could feel through the damn text message. And Alexander smiles. Not the sexy one I love. Not the one that makes my knees weak and my panties wet. No. This smile is pure sin. It's death with a hint of delight. The kind of smile that promises blood, pain, and no mercy. And God help me... I want to see him do it. To Be Continued...

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.

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

But I couldn’t help but roll my eyes inside. Zayren was the typical popular guy: charismatic, confident, and surrounded by an adoring fanbase. But I could see through his facade. Deep down, I knew guys like him were just shallow and vain, using their charm to manipulate people around them. They had never truly had to work hard or struggle in life, everything always came easy to them, including attention.