Bartra Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

I am reading for my own, because a man needs to hear a thing spoken before he can believe it is real. "Operation authorization. Palermo sector. Target confirmed." I pause. The next words are the ones I have been avoiding since the night I first opened the ledger in the chapel vault. "Code seven-four-delta. Authorizing signature: T.A." T.A. Tobia Armenise. My uncle signed the order to kill my brother.

“Look at me now, or your brother's head would be served to you on a golden platter.” And that threat got to me; I crawled out of my trance, and I came face to face with an insanely handsome man standing at the end of the stairs to the altar. His aura spoke of the devil; jet black hair, which reminded me of someone, was brushed to the back as he stood defiantly in a tux, with a dead rose in his chest pocket. The three buttons of his chest were left undone, giving a view of the tail of a viper; the viper's mouth opened wide against the man's throat.

The predatory, lethal tension that had defined his every step in the blood-slicked streets of Chicago had returned with the force of a hurricane, vibrating under his skin like a dormant engine waking up to destroy. "She has him," he said, and his voice wasn't a roar or a cry of betrayal. It was a low, guttural rasp that hummed through the concrete floor, vibrating straight into the soles of my boots. "She has Adam because I was careless. Because I thought a fire could erase twenty-five years of sins."

Bryan’s gaze was drawn to the report on the floor. He picked it up and scanned it. “Artificial heart replacement…” A flash of anger shone on Bryan’s face. He flung the medical report at me. “Aria Lewis, I never imagined you’d stoop to such despicable tricks for money! “You’re exactly the same as you were seven years ago. Everything revolves around money for you. Nothing matters to you except money!” I stood up and stared at Bryan’s healthy physique. I smiled softly as I silently picked up the report.

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

The bond, unspoken and unclaimed, pulled taut like a bowstring. Riven reached the bottom of the ravine when the trap closed. A dark chuckle rolled down from the ridge above. “Running again, little brother? How predictable.” The voice sent ice sliding down Riven’s spine. He looked up slowly. A tall figure stood silhouetted against the moonlight, cloaked in black with silver accents that gleamed like fresh blood. A dozen wolves flanked him, their eyes glowing with unnatural silver light. Varak’s elite. And at the man’s side, several betas in dark leather armor gripped drawn blades.

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

I summon my courage and look up. And there he is, like the king of the underworld, walking out of the dark, his hands stained with blood, and the other hand clutching the throat of one of the thugs. He really appeared, it's him, the king of hell, Leonardo Cassano. A demon who became my salvation tonight.

Numb and transparent, much like the growing apathetic gloss to amethyst orbs. The denim stepped back, a glint of metal piercing through the dense landscape as Damon tried to scramble backwards, his tiny fists raw and bleeding as they hovered over his face in an act of self-defense. Silver lashes folding downward to mask his fear as laughter rang in his ears. "...Just as I thought..." Leaves crunched all around him, and the black ankle boots Damon adorned on occasion drew to his shivering body in haste. Why was he so numb? Why did everyone hate him? He peeked out from beneath his lashes to trail his gaze over the twisted grins hidden beneath the fog, cerulean eyes, smoldering brown, children'

Every time he comes back from these so-called business meetings, he is always on Edge. “He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. “Take off your clothes” I did as instructed, no questioning. The first whip struck me hard forcing me to bite my lips. The dry leather belt landed again on my back, this time with more force. Two more whips and then he spoke “ You’re pure, because of me. Do you know what happens when you let temptation take over? You become basked in sin.” He spoke.