Deadly Sins Song Novels & Stories

Thankfully he has a mate, by the sounds of it, so I can relax a little more. "I hate anyone with more power than me. And I also hate Alpha's, including Noah, so I would be happy to see him die," Sinful mutters coldly, all the humour draining from his eyes, replaced by a dark, tumultuous storm. "Why do you want him dead?" I lick my lips, glancing at Cian as if he can tell me right this instance what I should divulge with Sinful. "He wanted me to gain Cian's trust so they can kill him."

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

He could kill me in a matter of seconds if I make one wrong move. I pull a blanket from the bed and wrap it around my bare bottom then get off the bed. "You just want what is in me, Maddox," I spit his name like venom in my mouth, pointing towards a protruding vein from my arm. "You want to play with me and do everything you desire to me before sinking your teeth into me again and killing me like I'm nothing but your glass of blood."

You're like a drug that's killing me I cut you out entirely But I get so high when I'm inside you Yeah you can start over you can run free You can find other fish in the sea You can pretend it's meant to be But you can't stay away from me I can still hear you making that sound Taking me down rolling on the ground You can pretend that it was me But no, oh Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals Animals... This song was a curse to her ears. That demon who had ruined her sang it every time he unleashed his wrath on her. He would make her endure each and every lashing with those sadistically smiling eyes... "This song is my favourite now Alexandra, you know

The screams felt like music to his eyes as he enjoyed the melody. Fredrick casted his head down weakly, as if his soul has almost departed from him. "You done singing!?" He asked, lifting his brows. "You don't have to die now Loyal dog!, Do you want to go out with a steamed skin!" Lucifer asked in a tensed voice. "As if....you'll spare...me!" Fredrick whimpered and Lucifer let out a short chuckle. "I will, just tell me what I need to hear!" He replied with a mischievous grin.

Francisco's response was swift and cold, his tone betraying a hint of bitterness at her rejection. "You should die," Hazel's words were laced with venom as she gritted her teeth, her desperation fueling her resolve to break free from his grasp. Francisco chuckled at her threat, his amusement sending a shiver down Hazel's spine as she braced herself for his chilling response. "If I die, I will take you with me.” Francisco's words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he held over Hazel's life. She struggled against his hold, her mind racing with fear and desperation as she sought a way to break free from his suffocating grasp.

His hands rubbed at his face, his elbows resting on his knees. For the first time since the nurse’s announcement, he looked… tired. Maybe he was finally feeling the weight of what had happened. I hesitated, then took a step toward him. My hand lifted slightly, wanting to offer some form of comfort. But just as my fingers were about to brush against his shoulder, he suddenly looked up at me. And what I saw in his eyes made my blood run cold. There was no sadness. No grief. Only darkness. “Thanks for taking my unborn child’s life, Sarang.”

Zeke set a punishing pace, balls slapping against Noni's taint with every savage thrust, rimming him open wider, prostate battered relentlessly. The dungeon erupted into a symphony of depravity: skin slapping rhythmically, wet, brutal; greedy sucking sounds from Damien's slurping mouth; desperate, guttural moans and cries bouncing off the walls. Delilah, recovering just enough, crawled over on shaking limbs, her face flushed and streaked with tears. She dove under Damien, engulfing his rigid cock in her hot mouth, tongue lashing the underside while her hands cupped and squeezed his heavy balls, rolling them roughly.

He was beautiful in the most terrifying way a god of violence and possession claiming what he’d paid for with blood. He fucked me harder, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. My small breasts bounced with every brutal thrust. I was moaning shamelessly now, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The shame only made it hotter. “Azrael fuck it’s too much,” I sobbed, nails raking down his back. “It’s not enough,” he snarled, tightening his grip on my throat. “I want you broken. I want you screaming my name while your brother’s debt is paid with your cunt.”