Deadly Sins Song Novels & Stories

He can't believe he accidentally killed his entire family on a single day. I see red, red, oh red, oh A gun to your head, head, to your head, oh Executioner style, and there won't be no trial Don't you know that you're better off dead All I see is red, red, oh red Now all I see is red, red

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I am Sloth.” Derick blinked, confused. “Sloth? What kind of name is that?” “One of the Seven Deadly Sins,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “And I’m here to serve Damien.” My jaw nearly hit the ground. Damien… has one of the Sins under his command? No. Impossible. “You don’t believe me.” His grin widened, sharp as a knife. “But you will. Because I’m in charge of you three now.” “How did you—read my mind?” I stammered, throat tightening.

I can still hear the music But its not my Song. . I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible

Silence descended over Sector 4 once more, broken only by the heavy, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the yellow steel. I stood in the center of the three downed men, my chest rising and falling in slow, perfectly measured cycles. The freezing rain washed the wet clay and blood from my face, my dark hair plastered to my skull. My Glock was still raised, the barrel smoking slightly in the freezing air, my eyes scanning the dark perimeter. "Clean sweep," I whispered into the mic, my voice entirely flat, the coldness of the Ghost fully returned. A low, dark growl of absolute, possessive pride vibrated through my earpiece, making my pulse jump in a completely different way.

“Risk… must… gifted… not a tryst… dust… Play my part… trust… hair mussed… heart… lust… I was lost… box… come undone, unravel me.” The words “unravel me” repeat many times in the chorus. That should be the title of this song. Unravel Me. Carson unraveled me, and according to these lyrics, I’ve done the same to him. “Face front… don’t look back… celebrate the end of loneliness… the end of bachelorhood… no longer solo or a lone wolf.”

I breathed a string of profanities. " Who said you can talk? " He asked as he stood back to observe me. " Paaa!" Came the first slap on my face. " That one is for being ugly," he reminded me as he rolled his sleeves. You won't cry, you won't cry, you said you'll be strong. " Now , tell me who is officially fucked up and royally screwed," " Just get this over with, kill me if you can, but make it quick," all the angels who thought I was a good human had also abandoned me.

My sight faded as if I was slipping into darkness, in that moment my clawing pain had yanked me back onto reality. Sophia moved closer, her lips at my ear. “You’re ours even in death.” She sat up straight and patted her blouse. "Finish him." She didn't wait and left the room. I had no one to beg. The man before me stepped forward and brought out a dagger from his pocket. He pressed a button, and the sharp knife appeared. My breathing slowed as the man came closer and placed the knife close to my neck. This was it. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to slice my neck, but a gunshot rang out.