Novel & Cerita Derieri 7 Deadly Sins

“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.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

Always envying other deadly sins. Beelzebub the fifth deadly sin, a woman with red hair, she is the sin of gluttony. Always eating 24/7. Wrath the sixth deadly sin, a man with golden hair and golden eyes, he is the sin of anger. Always angry for everything. Belphegor the seventh deadly sin, a man with brown hair and golden eyes, he is the sin of sloth. Always lazy. With Lucifer they complete the seven deadly sins, but as Lucifer was no longer in hell they left and roamed around the earth deceiving people.

He smiled at the startled old man. "I recommend that you speak with Pride and Sloth first. It's much easier to negotiate with those two than with Wrath." It remained silent. The old man fixed his gaze on the briefcase. Sandoval seems to have given up hope of getting its way. "Mr. Sandoval, do you already understand what's going on? If it had just been me, I could have taken you off the list right away. The issue is that you made a mistake at the wrong time and in the wrong place. I'm Lust, one of The Seven Sins Association's seven founders. Don't you think my friends could be here in my kingdom? Particularly those three, the triad."

I don't understand what they're talking about, but I know it's something dangerous and I don't want to risk it, I can't risk hurting Hope. 'I told you, I'm a very old spirit, Dylan. My power is gigantic. I am the Sins, those who walk today and those who once were.' 'That's why I'm training, that's why we're training!' 'You are right. When we started training, we chose Gluttony, because it is a simpler sin to control, but I know that what is going to happen soon, is that you are going to need to trust me, blindly. Without that, we can't move forward.'

He asked. William scoffed "Sins?" He asked and they were confused. Bishop Daimon answered him instead "yes, sins!" He paused walking forward "I saw the seven deadly sins!" He replied. William laughed walking pass the bishop "You know a lot bishop but this time, you're wrong." He said. Bishop Daimon was confused by William's conclusion about him "What does that suppose to mean?" He inquired. William stopped beside the bishop "It means you're mistaking the seven deadly sins with the Incessants. You're slightly right about them been seven but they aren't sins." He explained.

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

And there he sat: Alexander in a leather chair, whiskey glass in hand. God help me. That dim light didn't do anything to diminish his presence. If anything, it only served to make him look even more striking-sensationally sharp planes of his face, a light scruff along his jaw, with the top of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing only the outline of his flawless, well toned chest. Power, control, he looks like he has the whole world under his complete command. And in fact, my stomach churned because beneath that cold exterior lay a curious mix of passion and, danger, and something quite illicit.

He could do it again and permanently this time. "You said you two were friends. So why the fuck would you want to absorb him?" I asked, not like his answer would do much to make me understand. Nothing could make me understand him killing Cyrus. "Don't you sometimes wish to be your friend?" his cheerful tone threw me off. He was psychotic to say the least. "To have that power… the seven deadly sins are considered gods in hell. Every human possesses at least three. I want the respect that comes with the title and the power they effortlessly feed on."

An openness to complexity, to discomfort, to emotions that do not fit neatly into right or wrong. If you choose to continue, I ask only that you step into this story with curiosity rather than judgment, and compassion rather than certainty. This book was written for readers who feel deeply. For those who understand that love is not always clean, that desire does not always arrive with permission, and that the heart does not always follow the rules it was taught. It is for those who have lived in the spaces between choices, where no path feels entirely safe, yet one feels undeniably true. At the center of Irresistible Sin are Kael Ravenwood and Ava Delos Reyes. You will come to know them not