Belialuin Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

His crying eyes narrowed. Color slowly drained from his burning cheeks, leaving only the sick shame behind. God, he wanted to puke. Or gargle holy water. Or set himself on fire. He hated him—that silver-eyed sin incarnate, with a Roman statue’s face, a body like Michelangelo’s sculpture with the morals of a drunk alley cat. ‘I didn’t even know his fucking name!’ disappointment filled him. ‘Very classy Angel. Very Classy.’ He cursed the demon-like bastard in every language he knew.

“The way those boys die.” “Business?” the woman whispered. “Or a woman?” “Does it matter?” A dry chuckle. “A Maretti corpse is still a Maretti message.” Sasha’s fingers tightened around the curve of stone. The Marettis. Her father’s favorite sermon topic. Their sins cataloged over Sunday sauce, their treachery set like bone in every story he told about the early days. She knew their names the way she knew the rosary: bead by bead, grudge by grudge.

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'm stuck…" I looked at him with hope I had never felt before. Mommy and Daddy didn't know the coffin had been nailed shut. As long as the priest told them, I would be saved! After staring at me for a few seconds, his eyes slowly moved away. The prayer resumed, this time louder and more urgent than before. He knew. He must've known. Why wouldn't he save me? "I told you that the child has a cursed soul. He brings misfortune to his own family and harms those closest to him. He can't be kept," he said.

The man who also wanted her dead. "What if I told you that I know the truth?" Isaac's voice was a hiss now. "What if I told you that I know Arthur Blackthorne killed your mother?" I felt the air leave my lungs. What was he saying? "He’s just using you," Isaac continued. "I want you to stay close to him. I want you to find his weak spots. And then, I want you to tear his empire down from the inside. Do it for her. Do it for your mother."

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

Raised in a home where love was witnessed but never truly understood in his own way, he carries both the beauty and the burden of what he has seen. Behind his composed and controlled exterior lies a heart that will soon be tested by emotions far more powerful than logic, far more dangerous than ambition, and far more complicated than anything he has ever prepared for. Elijah believes he understands love. He believes he has seen it. He believes he can choose to avoid it if he wishes. But life has a way of breaking even the most controlled hearts. And there, in a collision of power, pride, destiny, and passion, his story will begin.

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.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

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