Heaven Sin Novels & Stories

After a brief shock, he recomposed himself and replied, “Thank you, Lord Jacopo!” “Heavenly Lord of the Seventh Heaven, Helvius Daniela. “Heavenly Lord of the Eighth Heaven, Silvester Daniela. "Heavenly Lord of the Ninth Heaven, Xandros Tegan. “Heavenly Lord of the Tenth Heaven, Yaraka Xenmour. “Heavenly Lord of the Eleventh Heaven, Qusai Gael. “Heavenly Lord of the Twelfth Heaven, Henrik Declan. “Heavenly Lord of the Thirteenth Heaven, Kallinikos Yoav.

Apart from a few forgotten libraries and some songs in Ter Sami- an extinct generic language of supernatural beings- the Seven Sins remain mostly unknown. To give off the impression of immortality, the heir takes on their name upon ascending the throne. So if the heir of a Sin ascends the throne, his or her True Soul merges with the Sin’s true essence and becomes the Sin itself. That is why it is said that a Sin never dies- because they literally never do. They live on in their offspring.

The Sinclair-Hayes merger? ​Ryan hadn't said a single word about a merger. He hadn't said a word about a cabin, or memories, or a woman named Elaine. ​ Vennessa stared at the name Elaine, her fingers tightening slightly around the heavy cardstock. ​The Sinclair-Hayes merger. ​The casual, effortless intimacy dripping from the handwritten script. ​“Found this in the cabin ledger...” ​She looked down at the watch resting in its velvet cradle. ​Vennessa felt a deep, unsettling curiosity took root in her chest. Who was Elaine Sinclair to him?

“You have barely spoken to me since the pass. You listen to my truth and then build a wall higher than the one that stood before it. Is this how it ends? With you freezing me out after I laid everything bare?” Kael turned slowly. His iron gray eyes were hard. “You expect me to pretend the past does not exist? You helped slaughter innocents. You dragged children from their homes. Those are not small sins I can simply set aside because my body craves yours.” Riven rose to his feet, wincing at the pull on his stitches. He crossed the space until they stood close once more. “I never asked you to forget. I asked you to see me as I am now. The man who fought for you. The man who bled for you. The

Sydney's seated at the back with two girls and a guy, I try not to think about Damien's order to not associate with any male. She leaps up once she sees me approach them. “Heaven!” Sydney practically tackles me into a hug the second I’m within arm’s reach. “Thank God, you made it! I was worried about your psycho husband holding you hostage for a second.” I laugh. “He's not that crazy.” She pulls back, then spins me toward the table. “Okay, introductions. Everyone, this is Heaven. Heaven, meet my friends.” The brunette with the sleek bob stands first. “Lila,” she says, offering a warm handshake. “I’ve been dying to meet you.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, causing Demir to fall into a hushed silence as he watched him. “Someday, I will grant you the privilege of meeting my death angel,” he smirked. “Sebastian, we are in a priesthood. Cross me, and I’ll search every corner to ensure your complete ruin.” Demir looked him dead in the eyes. “Teaching me morality, huh? How would you treat the daughter of the man who killed your father, mother, and brothers? He wanders freely while I grieve every night. You can’t understand, and honestly, I have no expectations from you.”

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

She wanted, perversely, to be scored by this, to carry evidence later to gaze upon in the mirror of her bedroom. There on the cold floor, his fingers digging half-moons into her hips, each thrust a confession neither can take back. Fragments of stained glass scatter kaleidoscope shadows across their skin—crimson saints and cobalt angels witnessing their desecration. Her spine arches against, sweat-slick and trembling, as his mouth finds the hollow of her throat. Their gasps echo in the vaulted ceiling, mingling with centuries of whispered prayers. When she wraps her legs around him, pulling him deeper, the line between sacrilege and salvation blurs like watercolor, sin and absolution bleedin

But at what price? "Death would have been more desiring for such a mighty crime so she can stand before the Second Heaven for judgment… For as a star, she can not cross the bridge of Plains and therefore shall not attain judgment and rejection into the Third Heaven, which would have been the price she pays for her sin… You did not Punish her, Obenis… You spared her!" "I did it for you-" "You did it for yourself, Obenis!"

She only tossed the boy’s soul to the side as though it wasn’t made of celestial gold. Curious, Azazel had taken a closer look, his eyes slanted like that of a serpent narrowing into thin slits. and peering into Matthew’s glowing blue eyes, Azazel’s thin eyes had snapped open, his head forcefully thrown back as a revelation flooded his mind. The boy had drowned himself. Suicide. A mortal sin. That was all it took to damn someone, even a boy who had been as good and bright as Matthew.