Envy And Lust Novels & Stories

All of that started because of greed and being blinded by the value of money. It seems that we don't just need water, food or air to continue living, but also every number that equates to our future. It can change our destiny and it can also change a person's personality. In an instant, his outlook on life will suddenly disappear and change because of what we call, MONEY. Greedy, robber, deceitful, filthy, proud, oppressive, sinful and evil. How far will the equivalent of the amount you need go? To the point of bloodshed? or until you realize it?

I knew most of the gawking women wouldn't mind going a round or two with him just to feel those abs contract and swell beneath their grubby palms. The thought had a strange, potent emotion welling inside my chest. A bitter taste coated my tongue and my jaw pulsed with the amount of tension my body held. The green, ugly monster named Envy possessed any rational thought lingering in my head, turning them vile and lurid. I wanted to gorge these women's eyes out with my claws to stop them from staring. "I'm losing my mind, Lex," I complained. "I can't say I disagree with your thoughts," she growled.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

Slow steps. Night dropped heavy. Alone, I jerked off to reminisces. Cara’s mouth on me in the steam, picturing Lana’s hands, so soft, wondering. Came fast, shame mixed with the kick. Wiped up, scrolled her I*******m, real shots, beach books, that smile again. This is okay, I told the dark. Okay as hell. But deep, the hook dug in. Cara’s envelopes were gold, Lana’s texts were fire. And fire? It burns if you play too close.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.

Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends. His kiss felt familiar, like it wasn’t our first time. He kissed me like he was claiming me. Shit. I wanted it to keep going. And it did. His hands found my neck and pulled me in closer. Heat and wetness pooled between my thighs. Yes, I was horny. Wishing for more. His wandering hand found its way under my crop top, lingering just below my boobs. I wanted it to move higher. I shouldn’t have but I wanted it to.

"When I use my power from the sin of sloth, I can see people's powers and predict what they'd probably do. This is one reason why I said that I know all. Now do you get an idea of how many powers could possibly exist? It may take forever before you know every single power there is to know of." "I see... But the powers of each sin do share some base characteristics?" "Yes, they do. Powers of lust centers around manipulation of the mind or emotions. Powers of greed centers around hoarding and stealing. Powers of envy centers around jinxes, hexes, and curses. Powers of gluttony centers around devouring. Powers of wrath centers around the enhancements and battle prowess. Powers of pride centers

He crossed his arms, his eyes hooded as he prepared to watch the spectacle I had practically begged for. I felt the heat of Bruce’s breath against my neck before his mouth found my skin. I tilted my head back, my gaze locking onto Ryan’s. Seeing him watch me like that and seeing the hunger in his eyes while Bruce laid claim to my body sent a jolt of pure lightning to my core. "Ryan..." I moaned, his name slipping out of my lips like a mantra. Bruce stopped abruptly, his head snapping up. He looked at me, his eyes black with a mix of jealousy and lust, then glanced back at Ryan.

Years of training he had spend with him, like a little brother he had taught him everything, made him a man he today was, perfectly craved him into the perfect weapon he was now. "She's getting on your mind. You're forgetting your real motive, Silvio. We don't deserve fondness, remember?" Dante's words stirred something inside Silvio. He indeed was right. Their line of work wasn't made for infatuation, but hatred and death. One way or another, Silvio knew that. Then why was his heart clenching. He sighed, his eyes again found their way towards the dark night sky. The stars danced around the moon, mocking her to chase them in their play.

Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, a haunting image invaded the darkness behind her eyelids. In the void of her closed eyes, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed, she can never forget the look, he looked different, and he looked vicious. If there was any expression was reflecting in his eyes then it was LUST, only Lust. It’s been an hour; Aurora stood under the water, trying to wash away all the bad memories from mind, but every time she closed her eyes all she can see his lustful gaze roaming all around her naked body and nothing. Those eyes she can’t remove from her fucking brain as if it got written permanently inside her brain. The way his gaze roam around her naked body was something she didn’