Envy And Lust 소설 & 이야기

I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat business accounting, and checking the overall well-being of the ranch and the main house. It was easy for me to perform this as I have multiples of me ready to do anything. Actually, pieces of me are scattered all over the world to do my job. Being the Prince of Lust, I must maintain my duty as the propagator of sinful pleasures. Lust is a basic instinct of every human. The feeling is already there. I just needed to ignite it, nurture it in order to mature. It is a human's decision what he/she does with it though. Whether to use it through r

Does he really care for me? Sometimes I'm thinking out of my ass… and it's all because of this guy. I am being a mean woman. Athena, what is not clear about what El said? He already owns you so it's only natural that he will feel envious to whoever man you are cheering. No, not envious, it was jealousy! He was jealous to Darrell! How dare him to get jealous without a bit feeling to me! Jealous and envy. Those two words are different. Envy is something you do not have and see in others. You want to get it from him. Jealousy is something you already have but afraid of someone take it from you.

“Oh, come now. Didn’t you all see this coming?” “No!” Caius and Sloth said at once. Greed smirked, completely unbothered. “Don’t look so surprised. The line between lust and greed was always thin. I just decided to cross it.” Lucifer rolled his eyes, though a faint smirk tugged at his lips. “You two were at each other’s throats for millennia.” “Still are,” Greed murmured, “just… in more entertaining ways now.” Lust winked. “And unlike you all, we didn’t need divine intervention to figure out what we wanted.”

Is this the feeling they called LUST?

The man with her does not want to see tears in her eyes for someone else. He envied Leonardo, another sin. And if she comes to count, she realizes that the man is one sinner. Pride for his mind, thinking, cleverness and wrong deeds. Greed for Alessandra’s care, love and affection. Lust for her body. Envy for the whole damn world because it is better than him for Alessandra. Gluttony for punishments, pain, sufferings, cries and begging. Wrath because of mistakes, lies and wrong words which he despises the most and lastly sloth, his lack of empathy and sympathy. He does not put effort into understanding others’ pain and feelings. He just thinks about himself and does not get aroused or happy b

“You deserve someone who looks at you like that too.” Lisa stared up at the sky. The stars blurred slightly. “I don’t want to deserve someone else,” she whispered before she could stop herself. Max heard it. And this time— He didn’t smile. Inside the house, Mira laughed at something Ethan said. Lisa closed her eyes. She would never tell him. Never. But jealousy had already planted its roots. And sometimes— The hardest battles aren’t with enemies outside the house. They’re with feelings you’re not supposed to have.

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

He belonged with me. Not because I loved him, not in the traditional sense. Love was a messy emotion, and frankly, it had gotten me nowhere in the past. No, what I craved was something far more potent – the satisfaction of knowing I could have him back, whenever I wanted. It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman.

“Don’t embarrass yourself. You don’t fool me. Mother kept sending me her wedding pictures while I was inside. You think I didn’t see what she looks like? Hot body, angelic face… You think I would let you keep someone like that?” The words punched something inside me. Hard. I felt something ugly twist in my stomach because the way he talked about her wasn’t admiration. It was obsession. It wasn’t love. It was ownership. A sick kind of possession. Nathaniel stepped closer like he was testing how far he could push. “Her picture was the only thing I looked at every day. Every single day to survive that God damn hole in fucking cold chains.” His eyes dropped for a second like he was remembering s

She yelled. "You act all friendly and clueless but the truth is, you have always been jealous of me! You wanted everything I wanted but couldn't have them! You think I do not see the way you get along with my sister or how you try to be like a daughter to my mother?" She huffed. "You think I do not see it all? You are such a pretentious bitch! A chameleon! You are every sick thing in this world! You act all good on the outside but the fact is you are never a good person!" She shouted.