Envy And Lust Novels & Stories

Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that." Lust rolled her eyes dramatically. "That easy, huh? And yet, here you are, still struggling. Why not just possess someone in the palace and get her?" Her disdainful tone was laced with challenge. Wrath's eyes narrowed. "If you think it's so easy, then by all means, go ahead." "Oh, I will," Lust retorted, her smirk widening. She turned her gaze to Envy, who looked uncharacteristically defeated. "But I must say, I'm disappointed in you, Envy. Aren't you supposed to excel at games like this?"

His jealousy burrowed within him, festering like a seething storm. Aric's mind raced with a mixture of envy and obsession, his emotions blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. In his mind's eye, he envisioned a world where Kara would belong to him alone, where Ryder and the alliance they sought would be nothing more than distant echoes. He was convinced that Kara's destiny was intertwined with his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her.

— He hoped it was. And thus, within a few months, Envy’s Lust for Love was fulfilled.

He kept laughing. "Gerardo will finish us off," I joked. "Envy is present even on the roofs of the wealthiest houses." He calmed down to continue listening to me. "I have known envious people who have everything. I've seen them in this city, so you can imagine that." He nodded, calmer now. "Pride, mmm... That's a very delicate lady, but I think she's the mother of this city, the creator, because she doesn't bend with anything and when she's too sinful, everything goes wrong." Tony didn't comment on that, he just looked at me. "And Lust..." Immediately, my mind did its work and moved me (like a macabre train) to La Napolitana, passing quickly through the hotels, the wheels of a car taking us

He embraced the feeling of his sin in action. Lust was, to him, the first ever sin. Eve saw the fruit, and she wanted a bite. Cain saw how Abel got God's acceptance and hated his brother for it. Judas betrayed the Divine one because he wanted the fame and wealth that came with being a follower of the Messiah. It was all the lust of the eyes, lust of the heart, and most of all, lust of the flesh.

He wore a bored look, much like Gluttony who was lathering butter onto some toast as his eyes whipped between Wrath and the Mystery Man. Envy's aura was a bit more subtle than the others. His influence was there but not as strong. Maybe he was reeling it in, controlling the intensity of it. The same didn't go for Gluttony, however, his influence was persistent. My mouth watered at the array of cakes, and sweets decorating their table. Fuck. I dug my nails into my palms but it didn't stop, I could hear my stomach in my ears even though I'd eaten back at Wrath's suite.

"But I think you two would make a good couple; did you know that the hyacinth is the flower that represents envy?" "I don't care. I never really envy anyone— No. I don't even know how to feel that. The triad is really the initiator of our codenames. Those three idiots. They gave you the nickname lust, but you're a f*cking virgin." Luca laughed again. F*ck! He believes Enver will cause pain in his mouth and throat. "You never envy anyone because you're a f*cking prince, dolt. You're the one everyone envies; you deserve the title," Luca insisted.

Lust: beautiful, horrifying, untouchable. One loped forward in a patchwork cloak stitched from stolen garments—velvet sleeve, torn lace hem, leather scraps that never fit. Green eyes flickered and shifted, stealing the faces of those who looked too long. A cracked emerald pulsed at their throat. Envy: hollow and ravenous.

Horror creeps into my mind, my heart, and my face. My smudged lipstick, completely gone. My lips red and almost swollen. His teeth marks on my lower lip. He almost drew blood. Fuck. What have I done? DANTE If someone told me I'd be in heaven today, I would have said it was a lie. Her lips are like honey and milk. She's everything I've ever wanted but never knew I needed. And fuck, her body, her skin, is fire and water and everything in between. Burning me, yet keeping me cool at the same time.

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.