Empire Of Sin Book Novels & Stories

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.

I needed a plan, a fucking plan to get him back but before that, I needed to know who the fuck had the balls to steal something that belongs to me. This is what the underworld is about. No one is safe here, not if you're the fucking boss, not if you're a soldier. Our daughters, sister, and wives were used, raped, and beaten because our enemies needed just a single weakness to grab you by the balls. It's what I would have done, too. I'm not above exploiting my enemies' weaknesses, no matter how fucking innocent the weakness is. I was going fucking crazy thinking about the things that could happen to him. The way these men could exploit him, and abuse him. He didn't deserve this, he didn't fuc

“Let's go, Zevara.“ I clutched my bag tightly and took a shaky breath as we walked in. I didn’t belong here—among Alphas and royalty. Because the moment my scent hit the air, I knew... It was going to change everything. And to you, who is here reading this. Are your ready to journey with me? To satisfy your curiosity and see if I truly become like Emily Hart or not. Dive into my world of sin, lust, obsession, and possession.

My skin still burned where his hands had held me, where his teeth had grazed me, where his body had filled mine. I pressed my fingers to my swollen lips and smiled, though it trembled with something wild and dangerous. I had crossed the line. No, we had crossed it. Together. And no matter what he said, no matter how many times he tried to insist it couldn’t happen again, I knew the truth. Once you taste sin, you can’t spit it back out. That night at dinner, I couldn’t stop staring at him. He sat across from my mother, nodding along to her chatter about some store she’d visited, but his eyes flicked to me when she wasn’t looking. Just for a second. Just long enough to make my stomach clench a

Together, they were learning how to navigate the chaos, how to fight back against the forces that threatened to tear them apart. And with each passing day, Kael realized something else: the empire was not just the land they ruled. It was the people who stood beside them—the ones who had fought alongside them, who had been with them in the darkest moments. The empire would rise again, not because of its walls or its throne, but because of the strength of those who still believed in it. But that would only happen if they could confront the enemy at its heart—if they could face the darkness that had been planted so deeply within their ranks.

He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t. "God forgive me..." he muttered, a panicked prayer slipping through his teeth. He gave in. With a thud, he dropped to his knees right on the floor between my spread thighs. He looked utterly defeated by his own hunger. "Don't worry about Him," I whispered, a wicked smile pulling at my lips as I tilted my hips forward, pressing my dripping wetness right against his mouth. "There's no salvation in here. Just you, me, and the sin you're about to swallow. Now open your mouth and eat me."

This is the kind of life I’ve fought for without even knowing it. Whatever comes next, whatever battles or choices lie ahead, we’ll face them together. Married, expecting a child, building our family and our empire side by side. We’re no longer bound by sin. Now, we’re bound by love. Who would’ve thought a routine kidnapping could end up like this?

Riven stood over her like a conqueror, cock still half-hard and shiny with their combined mess. He grabbed her by the hair and made her sit up, forcing her to face the cheering crowd with cum dripping down her thighs. “This is my prize,” he declared possessively. “My personal fucktoy. Anyone touches her dies.” Elowen leaned against his leg, trembling and utterly claimed, her body marked and filled. The humiliation burned, but so did the dark thrill of being completely owned by the Reaper. The underground fight club had its new legend tonight—not just the undefeated fighter, but the brutal man who had publicly ruined the most beautiful prize they’d ever offered.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

He pulled in, parked by the pumps. Stacy spotted it first. “What's that store over there?” Emerald leaned forward against the seats, eyes lightening up. “Let's check it out” The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside. Dim red lights, black velvet curtains sectioning off corners, shelves packed with everything forbidden and fun. “A sex shop?” Kevin grinned, “now this trip keeps getting interesting.” Stacy wandered towards a wall of dildos in colors and sizes. Emerald joined her both last on the dildo shelf. Emerald picked up a thick veined one and held it appreciatively.