Envy And Lust の小説・ストーリー

"I hated your mom's guts. "Well, only because he chose Wrath over you which definitely left a huge scar on your proud heart," Envy intervened. Envy and Lust laughed, Pride's eyebrows furrowed, Wrath flashed a mocking smile, Greed and Gluttony started booing Pride, Sloth layed on the ground with a smirk, while Mara, on the other side was blinking several times as she tries to process that Pride and Wrath fell in love with her mother. "Yeah, and I sometimes wonder if you're really Wrath's daughter since our resemblance is quite undeniable," Pride said with a proud smile.

Lust, need, anger, and jealousy. Andrius’ heart was on his sleeve right now, but I was evil, or maybe just mental. Because I know that while he may be ready to rearrange my guts again, I don’t miss the pain in his gaze. I wasn’t the only reason he was here. He also wanted Levi, maybe as much as he wanted me. It made me feel fucking powerful, so desired, so loved, knowing Levi chose me over him. Demented, I know.

Whispering her bitterness and sorrow to her children's ears and making them hate me too. “The sin of envy is like a curse in our DNA,” sister Elise once said. “It destroys the fool and kills the simple. Bitter envy and selfish ambition have destroyed many great civilizations before us. It was the root of all the chaos in the past. Thou shalt not let it into thee. Only then ye shall be happy.” Simple. But the question is, how can you fight something in your DNA?

Not that she needed to show her teeth to be scary. "Hang on," I said, ignoring her expression. "Isn't avarice the same as jealousy?" "No, avarice is the desire for material objects, or for pleasure (she took great enjoyment out of gazing directly at me as she spoke, emphasising the word pleasure slightly) where as jealousy is the desire for something that is someone elses." "Well?" she said, her hands going to her hips. She took a pose, leaning more on one leg than the other. Her movement made her breasts jiggle, and I could almost feel them in my hand. I wanted to feel them in my hand.

Everybody says, there could be no more prominent monster than envy, no more noteworthy hoodlum than dread, no more prominent adversary than covetousness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than sharpness. There could be no more noteworthy monster than envy, no more prominent criminal than dread, no more prominent foe than eagerness, no more prominent hunter than anger, and no more prominent toxin than harshness, then, at that point I'll refute them. The most fulfilling second is seeing him disintegrate and beg.

The man who carried a gun, and you’d never know when it’d turn to you. Yet. Despite all of that, I fell for him. Lust wasn’t the deadliest sin a man could commit, it was this temporary craving I see in his eyes. Hunger for flesh and skin being touched. Wanting every inch of my soul. Calling me his even if I don’t belong to him. Other people would say murder was the most unforgivable thing in this world. No. Loving him was an unforgivable sin. People like him never deserved second chances. I gulped the lump of rage in me.

Not everyone is perfect and the same applied to me and also to Adrian. “Why did you think that?” I asked. I wanted to know what he thought. From his point of view, I wondered what he believed would make me want to break the contract that we had. I might have been confused and swept up by his seduction and the pleasure of having sex with him at the time; however, it didn’t take a lot of effort for me to realize that the feelings behind his actions that day was probably nothing more than possessiveness and jealously. The oldest and most classic emotions in the book.

“Stop. You don’t get to show up here and say this because you’re jealous of seeing me in Ric’s arms. Or because your ego can’t handle losing something you didn’t even want!” His gaze darkens. “It wasn’t jealousy.” “Then what was it?” His chest rises slowly, as if he wanted to force words out but hesitated. He looks away, jaw clenched tight. “I was hurt Virelle! I was hurt when I realized my mate was being auctioned as a slave by a fucking vampire bastard! I hated it! I hate to fucking share! And now with Ric?” he slammed, rage buried in his eyes. My heart twists painfully, his words pierced me like sharp knives, more painful than Roderick's torture. Then he continued.

He said to me rubbing my arm soothingly. "I know that okay. I just, sometimes it feels hard to keep up. Sometimes I feel like I'm competing with other's. You're always reassuring me and everytime there's the nagging voice in my head telling me I'm not good enough for you" I said squeezing my hand over my tear filled eyes. "Who the fuck are you competing with?" He asked "Sluts and whores who wants to ride the Nathan fountain" I said honestly. I never knew guys could be this thirsty it makes me sick.

Leila furrowed her eyebrows, "it's you and Trina." "Are you upset by her? Oh come on, you know that I'm only acting." He sipped his glass of wine. "I know but you seemed to be overacting. Did you have to over praise her? I couldn't help but get jealous cause she looked so flattered. I'm your one and only girl. Remember that." "Sure babe. I know that. Until I've gotten what I want from Trina, I will leave her alone. She means nothing to me and I'm lucky that she's into me. That'll make it easier for me to get what I want from her."