Charlie And The Chocolate Factory Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

I whisper, sitting down in the chair behind my desk I take a sip of the nasty tea she insists I drink “I'm sorry, I can't. I'm sorry.” “Drink it!” she says in a threatening voice. “If I drink it I risk being poisoned to death, and I want to live for many years, so no thanks.” “You will die anyways… eventually” “Thanks, but no thanks” “Arrgg! You’re impossible Christie J…” “Shhh… Don't say it! Don't mention that hideous name” I put my hands on my ears not to hear her. “You are acting like a spoiled brat” “And you are acting like a bitch”

He winked. I had reached a point where I could not hit him with a vase or something. He was literally on top of my nerves. “I pray you rot in hell,” “Well, it seems like you’re rotting in my hell,” I hated this man’s nerves. No doubt he was an expert in manipulating innocents and his evilness must be the reason for such riches he had because he cared none about the people suffering because of him. “What do you mean?” I blatantly asked.

Charlie spins back and glares at Draven, one thing I have come to learn about Charlie is she hated being given a label regarding her traits “I am not stubborn. I just don’t want to spend time with you and I shouldn't have too. You are not my father” Draven shifts his eyes to me “In that case, another person dies” Something or rather someone rushes by us and I watch Charlies wide eyes follow the blur "Stop, I will come in, just please don't kill anyone else" His lips curled up at the corner and he suddenly understood one of her weaknesses

SEVENTH SEDUCTION Amech Sunday DIRTY MEETING ON A HEARTBREAK NIGHT. *NOTE: Every POV is Lilysaint’s voice, except where noted.* “I know what you want,” I said, breath ragged, fighting to hold my emotions in check, “but I’m going to let you have it.” It was driving me insane. I couldn’t hold back anymore. “What do I want?” The slim, tall man asked, his arm slung casually across my shoulders like he already owned the moment.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

There were some that even proclaimed; how weak the seven were that they choose to rule hand in hand, if it where them they would have ruled the underworld alone and unchallenged. But the funny part was that many of those hot blooded talents didn't even manage to live long as just as they shine for a moment they were either openly killed or assassinated by the veterans mafias that experienced the era of the seven sins as they are still fearful and making sure that another such era never appear again. They don't dare confront the seven brothers but it does not mean they can't take care of weaker threats before they could grow.

“If I had to guess immediately, I’d say allergic to chocolate is the most boring of the three. It has to be true.” Wow. This guy doesn’t have a filter. “She’s smart,” Jake states his opinion. “I could see her creating and selling an app.” “With Peyton as her best friend, I wouldn’t put skydiving past her,” Eli adds. “Hmm, I say the lie is she’s allergic to chocolate. I didn’t see her eat a Scotcharoo, but I doubt she’d make them if she’s allergic to them.” “I’m not a certified skydiver,” I share triumphantly. “I am allergic to chocolate. It’s not deadly. I break out in hives for twenty-four hours.”

The most feared man in the city. He rose from his throne like chair at the center of the room like a predator waking from slumber. Six-foot-four of pure, lethal power wrapped in a tailored black shirt that strained across his broad chest. Dark hair, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of winter steel cold, calculating, and utterly merciless. Tattoos peeked from his collar and cuffs, hints of violence and ownership inked into his skin. He looked at me like I was something he already owned.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

“Even if the world blames me, even if it’s impossible.” His lips brushed mine, soft, almost reverent. “And I’ll protect you,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” --- The Road to Revenge By nightfall, Nicholas had already mobilized his men, tracking every trace of Damien’s betrayal. I stayed in the study, bandaged and weary, watching as he transformed from the man cradling me moments ago into the ruthless heir to the Rhodes empire. The contrast was jarring—softness for me, lethal precision for anyone who dared cross him.