Does Seven Deadly Sins Have Romance Novels & Stories

"I want nothing else than your body for a night. Give it to me and I will make sure that nothing happens to your mother!" He said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amaira Faye, a sweet innocent girl, fighting with the odds of the world to keep her family safe and happy, was dared by her friends to kiss a stranger. Say it her luck or misfortune that stranger turns out to be a ruthless CEO, Mr. Dominic Kingston who gets captivated by the taste of her lips and wanted to devour all of her. His filthy secret is related to Amaira's past but both are unaware of that. His obsession for her grows day by day when she starts working for him. He asks to spend one night with him and in return he promises to save the life of her ailing mother. Will he be able to get over the obsession after one night stand or that will only grow further? What will happen when that one night stand will be followed by an unexpected pregnancy? Will they be able to keep their relationship strong even after knowing the past? That's for you to find out 😉**The story contains the elements of forced love, obsession and mature content, move ahead only if you are comfortable!**

“….you are not even half-wolf, you are just human, a mere human. I have no use of you, Maliya. You are useless, completely useless." Maliya Snow Carter is the typical definition of a spoilt brat, she always gets what she wants, it doesn’t matter what it is. Maliya always gets what Maliya wants that is except for Angelo— the one man that she has been in love with her entire life. She did get him, he cheated, broke the mate bond, and well…. The rest they say…is history. Miguel Alan Crescents, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, is one of the most powerful and most feared Alpha. Miguel has everything, money, power, fame, influence, well, everything except a mate. He didn’t care for a mate anyway, he was still having a swell time with his harem of women when she crashed into his pack… His mate and His Obsession, His Little Snow. Will Miguel be able to make Maliya his completely or will he lose her to her first love and first mate?

In the hallowed halls of Stanford law school, a centuries-old secret lurks in the shadows. Adam valerian, a mesmerizing professor with an enigmatic character conceals his true nature behind a facade of wealth and sophistication. As a vampire, he's witnessed empires rise and Fall. Tarini Arjun Das, a brilliant and stunning post-graduate student is drawn to Adam mysterious allure. As their path intersect, the lines between teacher and student blur. Adam's ancient heart beats anew, but his dark past threatens to destroy their forbidden love. Will their passion prevail, or will the weight of Adam's immortal curse tear them apart? As tarini becomes entangled in Adam's world of eternal night, she must confront the dangers that come with loving a vampire. Their love story is a tantalizing tale of forbidden passion.

Hope Daniels has spent her life mastering control, on the softball field, in school, and in the quiet spaces where emotions are better left unspoken. With college within reach and her future finally aligning, everything should feel safe, predictable… normal. Then she falls for Kade Mercer, her best friend’s older brother. He’s distant, unreadable, and always watching her like he already knows how their story ends. What begins as stolen glances and unspoken tension slowly pulls them toward something neither of them can stop. On the night everything shifts, Hope wakes in a world that is not her own. The sky is fractured. The air is alive. And creatures born from nightmares hunt anything that breathes. Stranded together for seven relentless days, Hope and Kade must survive a shifting, brutal realm where instinct is the only law and fear takes physical form. Every battle changes them. Every choice binds them closer. And every night reveals they are being watched by something far more dangerous than the monsters chasing them. But survival comes at a cost. Because when they wake back in their world, nothing is as it was. Time has not moved, but they have. The marks they carry begin to glow. The memories refuse to fade. And the line between worlds is beginning to tear again. Some doors are not meant to close. And some connections were never human to begin with. Hope thought she was fighting to survive seven days in another world. She was wrong. She was being chosen.

Once a helpless girl, now the most feared assassin in the underworld—Sameera Ashar knows how to survive. But when she’s framed for the murder of billionaire Vaughn Steele’s wife, survival isn’t enough. She needs revenge. Vaughn should’ve known better than to trust the evidence. But blinded by fury, he hunts Sameera down, forcing her into a marriage built on deception and control. She’s his prisoner, his obsession… but never his victim. Yet, beneath the hatred, the stolen glances, and the war between dominance and defiance, desire sparks. The more Vaughn tries to tame her, the more she consumes him. And when the truth unravels, leaving them both exposed, he realizes too late—Sameera was never his to break. Now, with enemies closing in and a love as dangerous as the secrets between them, the hunter is about to become the prey.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife handed me a divorce agreement that was valid for seven days. She had fallen for a male intern at her company who was seven years younger than her. She wanted to experience what she called a proper romance with him, one that would last exactly seven days. On the first day, they booked an entire private cinema and made love to each other from the entrance to their seats. On the second day, they went to the seaside to set off fireworks, and the light spread across half the skyline of Veyron. On the fifth day, the intern burst into an art exhibition I hosted and cried in front of the entire press. He accused me of coming between them. That same evening, the story of a rising painter becoming a homewrecker for love reached the top of the trending searches, and the hate comments poured in. On the sixth day, my wife apologized to me on the intern’s behalf, and his punishment was a three‑day ban from shopping. On the seventh day, my wife finally sensed something was wrong. She called me ninety‑nine times and reminded me that we were supposed to reconcile the next day. I replied with a single “okay” and quietly told my assistant to arrange for my luggage to be shipped out. What she did not know was that seven days earlier, I had already made plans to go abroad to continue my studies. This time, I was done playing her game.

It was the day Jessica Goldenfold got the International Wealth Club Charity Award. My doctor pronounced me dead, for I could not afford the artificial heart needed for my survival. The show's host asked Jessica to call the one whom she had the most regret about. She called my number. I picked it up. She asked, "Do you ever regret leaving me for money?" I stared at the obscene bill for the artificial heart. Then, I chuckled. "You're a rich girl, Jessica. How about a loan of 30 grand?" She killed the call. I watched her telling everyone in front of the cameras, "No more regrets." She had no idea at all. She had no idea that I was the one who gave my heart to her when she had heart failure. I did it behind her back.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.