Derieri 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

A black silhouette that stood in stark contrast to the six white wings enveloping her body. The Goddess of Death—Seraphim. “You were supposed to come see me,” she continued.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

“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”

his smirk turned iniquitous after hearing Dario but his mouth didn't utter a single word whereas his eyes were busy in analysing that fear in that man named Thomson's eyes. Riccardo Alfanso was a very well reputed and big name, not just only in the business world but even outside it but that same exact name was enough to shiver the dark and feral walls of the underground which considered him as a vicious and most deadliest sinner of their world. But this man dared to expose his sinister side to that world which considered him as a highly reputed and powerful businessman. "He took your pictures of entering into that club last night, boss,"

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.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

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.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.