Derieri 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

“He was so handsome, Father. Tall… strong. I sat next to him at the bus station and I told him how hot he was. I kissed him. I even tried to touch him… down there. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t stop thinking about him. The way he felt… the way he tasted. I know it’s wrong, but I keep imagining what would have happened if he didn’t stop me.” Adrian’s breathing became heavier. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His body was reacting against his will as she described everything in detail. He knew exactly who she was talking about. Because it was him. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady and professional. “My child… These are serious temptations. You must pray for

They were magnificent terrors, each more alluring and dangerous than the last. Azrael, the eldest Prince of Wrath, stepped forward first. Towering over seven feet with obsidian skin that gleamed like polished night, massive curved horns crowning his head, and molten gold eyes that pierced straight through my soul. His muscular physique was barely restrained by straps of dark leather and chains that accentuated every ridge of his powerful chest and arms. “A bold little mortal,” he rumbled, his voice a deep caress that vibrated through my core. His gaze swept over me slowly, lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips, the way my robes clung to my thick thighs. “And what a delic

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

His large hand wrapped around my upper arm and he pulled me down the corridor toward the hidden stairs, his grip firm, almost bruising. The black marble altar waited in the center like a sacrificial slab — smooth, slightly angled, with discreet leather cuffs at the corners. Torches flickered. The family would be coming soon. Darius locked the heavy door behind us, then finally released my arm. He circled me slowly, a predator examining his prey. “You’ve wanted this for years,” he said, voice rough. “Don’t bother lying. I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way your thighs press together when I’m in the room. I know you touched that little cunt after you saw my cock.”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.