Derieri 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

Envy. Spiders that formed from the darkest corners of the mind crawled into cool fingertips, to skitter beneath the tightly drawn flesh, rough and scarred from a world too cruel. A gleam danced in a pair of eyes that had become shaded with repressed emotions, dangerous and boiling. A kettle on the stove, steam rising to curl against the ceiling above, drowning the body in waves of angry heat.

That time it was Daniel. “Hey everyone, let's just calm down. We can’t come up with a solution if we keep blaming each other. Right now we need to focus on creating a new way to darken her soul.” Another unknown man. So Daniel was not working with the seven deadly sins by choice, it seems as if he was forced to do so. But by who? Wyatt thought to himself a question that was answered by his brother.

The only things left were three dried cherry blossoms that he always kept in his pocket. “I don’t know how many years it’ll take to commit a thousand sins, Eira,” Kael muttered, torn between still hoping to see Eira as soon as possible and resigning himself to the time he’d have to endure. “I’ve killed animals, impregnated sex workers, committed fraud. I’ve done it all. But a thousand is just too many,” he continued. “That’s right.” Kael was so startled that he reflexively jumped up from his crouch like a frog.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

Riccardo even loathed people daring to raise their heads at him but this girl had insulted him in front of so many people by looking directly into his eyes then why did he want it to get revealed to the outside world? "But boss…." "Do I have to repeat myself again, Dario?" His voice turned firm and Dario immediately shut his mouth because he knew how diabolic that man was. He had no morals, limits or even any kind of rationality. He was an unmerciful sadistic sinner with an even merciless soul. After that, he ordered Dario to leave, which he followed and left from his penthouse. Riccardo's inebriated inky eyes continued to remain over that painting as he chugged down all the liquor in that g

He crouched down so his face was level with Darius’s, his presence heavy and unyielding. “You know I take deals and dares seriously, Darius,” he said, his voice low, raspy, and edged with cruelty. “What deal?” I snapped, fear and frustration twisting through me. “He’s dying and you’re talking about a deal? How much more cruelty do you have left?” Damon lowered himself even further, his eyes fixed on Darius with unshakable intensity. “You will wish you didn’t break this one,” he said, each word intentional and chilling.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh. My eyes broke free from the sight when Aleskander came closer. “Want to spend all night staring at Viktor?” he asked, his voice cool and neutral. There was no hint of rage in them. Just plain ol’ Aleskander. I didn't answer him. Instead, my mind did a recap on the file containing the Seven Deadly Sins. Then my mouth widened, realization settling in. “He's Viktor Von Stein? The Sin of Gluttony?” I murmured under my breath.

My head couldn't make any sense. "H-How? No, no, no. He isn't dead. No, he is not. Oh, no!" I fell into denial hysteria. Nikola cracked his neck as he rolled his eyes over, "Well, it's done. And If you still can't believe it then let me make it easy for you..." The intensity of his eyes ripped through my heart, "Blueberry, hear me out, I could, I can and I will kill every person that will try to come between three of us even it it means to kill your soul. You are chosen for it. Nothing can stop me, the proof’s right behind me,” He pointed out his thumb. My eyes glanced behind him, the two left bodyguards signalled me to stay quiet and keep him engaged as they picked up the fireplace's spade.