Novel & Cerita Deadly Sins Book Series

I murmur. A warm liquid runs through my fingers and all the way down my elbow. A pungent metallic smell stings in the air. I'm fucking bleeding. I don't know how long I can take this. I give up shielding my ears and instead curl up into a ball. I'm going to die, I'm going to die in this dark place. I'm going to die alone in this dark place. As the agonising seconds tick by I feel my hope vanish into thin air. Still, something is beckoning me to hold on. I want to live, I really want to live. I want another chance to live my life, I'll love and allow myself to be loved. I want to live. I feel as though I've been crying for lifetimes because as much as I am crying, no tears spill from my eyeli

I told him so in a rush of words, my tears flowing. Gio’s hands slipped around my waist, his fingers splayed wide. “My soul?” He laughed. “I don’t have a soul, Keeley. You were the only good thing I had ever seen. So yes, I killed to keep it and I would do it again. I would burn the entire world if you wanted me to. My world is darkness, pain and bloodshed, and you…fuck, you are the only light I see.” I swallowed hard. I had always known he’d wanted me. Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew lust when I saw it in a man’s eyes, I saw it daily after all. But this was different.

“We need a minute with him. Wait in the car.” Cassian looked between us, jaw tight, then nodded once and walked out through the glass doors. The four of us followed at a slower pace and stopped on the quiet stretch of pavement beside the building where the afternoon light fell without interruption. Dante studied me for a long moment and asked the only question that mattered. “Did you kill him?” I met his eyes without blinking and answered in the same even tone I used for every report. “Yes.” Lucien let out a short breath and shook his head. “Of course you did.”

The desk creaked violently beneath us. “Fuck—Richard—Professor—ahh!” My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the desk as he railed me. I could feel my face burning up. He leaned over me, chest to my back, one hand fisted in my hair to yank my head back. His breath was hot against my ear. “That’s it. Let me feel this slutty hole milk me. You’re going to remember this every time you sit in this room from now on.” The pace turned punishing. Short, brutal strokes that punched the air from my lungs. My legs shook as Sweat rolled down my temples. I was lost in the burn, the fullness, the overwhelming drag of his thick cock splitting me open again and again.

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

“You need answers. And if you tell me, I’ll find a way to help you, brother.” He was right. I did need answers. But Saraphina came first. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Please, just help her,” I said, my voice falling from cold to fearful. She was turning paler with every passing minute. “I want to… but I need to know what happened.” “Damien, you’re a demon. If you touch her, shouldn’t you be able to see it?” He looked at me, face unreadable. “I sensed the darkness around you, Lucian... but she is the darkness.” For the first time, there was fear in his eyes.

Damien Voss. Even seated, he dominated the room. Tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders that filled his impeccably tailored black suit. Midnight hair swept back from a sharp, aristocratic face. A faint scar cut through one dark eyebrow, and his steel-gray eyes held the cold calculation of a man who had ordered deaths before breakfast and never lost sleep over it. At thirty-four, he ruled the Voss Syndicate with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. Ruthless in business. Merciless to enemies. Legend said he never raised his voice — he didn’t need to.

“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

She closes her eyes for a moment, as she opens it and chooses the middle and core world of his game, whispering. “The book of DEATH REINCARNATE.” Hearing the pleasant title of the world that HE is somewhat been rooting for as it is the very world where He plans everything to spin and twist as the final battlefield. Worst as it is the primary word where HE imprisons the primary and primordial sins who defies HIM along with the first creation that rebels against HIM. HE could not help but giggle in pleasure and excitement as HE draws a final sinister smile at the very end and whispers.

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.