Greed Sin Novels & Stories

Snarling in irritation, I walked ahead of the fallen alpha with firm steps. “To Sophie, I hope our bath compensates for everything I'm going through here!” I muttered to myself, annoyed. The environment smelled of food, and piles of wealth were scattered everywhere. Condemned souls vomited coins while food dripped from their eye sockets, creating a disgusting scene. “Hunf, a sin I don't understand,” I grumbled, catching the attention of the black wolf. “Gluttony goes beyond food. Many souls here are trapped by gluttony, by the thirst for money, power, and dominance. They never felt satisfied!” He explained, looking over his shoulders at me. “I'm surprised you're not affected here.”

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

The envy he has for the soul that would live under the stars can be very common there. - So basically, all 7 sins that humans talk about: Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Pride, Wrath, Envy, and Greed. - Great Dragon in the sky, how are we going to be able to see all this? We've already used up half the days we had.

“You’re punishing her because she insulted you and called you ugly and worthless?” I chuckled at his confusion. “No.” I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head. “I am attracted to people who lead fulfilling lives. Since I never had one, how could I possibly let them enjoy all the luxuries life has to offer? Every time I take away their good fortune and leave them trembling on the floor, I get a sadistic thrill, just like I did with her. I take pride in being the only one able to give them a pleasure that money can no longer provide.”

Her blood ran cold when she felt his touch tainting her skin. "Because a sinner is not afraid to commit any kind of sin, Miss Meier," he clarified all her doubts with his reply. Her breathing deepened by finding him so close to her. Leaning closer to her ear, he tightened his hold around her waist. "Just like I am not afraid of committing any kind of sin with you, cara mia," he whispered against her ear and then tenderly grazed his lips against her skin. Her body shuddered and filled with disgust at his touch.

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

It was a sensory palace built of silk and skin, designed to keep me from ever looking at the door. ​But as I reached the peak—as the climax began to roar through my veins like a freight train out of control—the darkness in my mind finally fractured. ​The white-hot explosion of the finish should have been the end. But in the white-hot center of that fire, the "Good Sin" turned to bitter ash in my mouth. I saw the flash again. Not the gold silk of the villa, but the vanilla-scented steam of a small, cramped shower. I felt the weight of a woman who didn't need a brother to watch her, a woman who didn't want a "three-fold bond," but a soul-deep, exclusive connection that made this three-way danc

I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath. Envy. Sloth. Gluttony. And Lust. All had names and pictures I didn't care to memorize. But the Sin of Pride had nothing. There were records of their operations, and my brows dipped. Was this an error? "No" I hushed, then flipped to the previous pages. This time, I looked carefully until my lips parted in surprise. In every operation, the Sin of Pride was involved. They even left a little signature, and I almost grunted in frustration while trying to understand it.

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

Almost as if he was in agony. "Yeah?" he whispered, sucking on a sweet spot on my neck. "Not right now," I deadpanned, pushing at his chest. "Fuck," He grunted, dropping his forehead onto my shoulder. It took every sliver of strength to stop myself. I wanted to fuck—there wasn't any doubt about it. But depriving Damian of something that he badly wanted seemed to be another form of pleasure for me. Perhaps it was power play, or maybe I just liked seeing him laced with desperation.