His Sinful Possession Novels & Stories

"You were tempted before you've sinned. How come you did that sin on Friday night? It's because you didn't change channel last Monday. You didn't delete the picture last Tuesday. On Wednesday, you keep on reading the same contents you've seen last Monday. On Thursday, you didn't skip that advertisement ... And finally, you've sinned on Friday. As simple as it is ... a process." "Kuya Zion, it's like this. If you apply logic, then it just feeding your flesh. Small deeds that will lead to sin," a woman said in amazement. Zion nodded. "According to 1 John 2:16, For all that is in the world --- the lust of flesh, the lust of eyes, and the pride of life --- is not of the Father but is of the worl

“I can see in your soul. A girl who was never loved by friends. A mate who has constantly given her reasons to leave. A mother who outshines her in every way. What do you really have to offer anyone?” A pain shot through my heart as she truly captured my inner demons. “I guess we aren’t that much different. They pushed aside you for a sister. You are mateless and have no friends.” “True, but I have a power that outranks you.” Her eyes squinted. “What power would that be?” “Did you know with possession comes a certain ability for mind-control?” I did not like where this was going. “That is literally the definition.” “Not wrong, but with weak-minded people, it is easy to bounce between them. M

Third person POV - TW - Drugs, kidnapping, torture, blood, death. Continue at your own risk. Sin. Sins. Sinning. There was a time when sin was a whisper - Soft, tempting, easily ignored. But sinning - as the world would come to know it - was never just an act of defiance. It was a pact. A willful severing from 'what is right', traded for the illusion of gain. From the first betrayal carved into the bones of creation to the quiet lies told in the dark, sin has always borne a cost.

He could do it again and permanently this time. "You said you two were friends. So why the fuck would you want to absorb him?" I asked, not like his answer would do much to make me understand. Nothing could make me understand him killing Cyrus. "Don't you sometimes wish to be your friend?" his cheerful tone threw me off. He was psychotic to say the least. "To have that power… the seven deadly sins are considered gods in hell. Every human possesses at least three. I want the respect that comes with the title and the power they effortlessly feed on."

“That’s true. I might have forgiven you if you’d brought that little girl with me, made her one of us. But Rhodes—you foolishly believed that bastard wouldn’t exploit your daughter’s power.” Hores had already guessed part of his father’s true nature. Greed. Instead of cherishing Aceli as his bloodline. King Vanderox had just revealed his true desire. “She’ll never be with you to be enslaved,” Hores said, struggling to keep his foot from sinking deeper into the surface of his chest. “Yes, and you’ll see what I can do to her. Later, on the night of the full moon. She’ll be my sacrifice, Hores. Trust me.”

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

I paused and took in a deep breath before I gently moved away from her touch. "I'm becoming obsessed with her, possessive of her. I was becoming some psycho because of her; I nearly killed someone because of her. I swore on my wife's grave never to go back to that world again! I know my nature; once I get too possessive and obsessed about her, it would affect her, it would affect her life, and that's the least I want for her now. That little girl had gone through a lot; I wanted to do so much for her, but... I'm fucking becoming too crazy for her, and my wild ways would have effects on her, and that's what I do not want!" I huffed and turned away from her.

Sloth gasped, his control over time faltering for a heartbeat before strengthening tenfold, golden-blue lines of power coursing up his arms. Greed fell to one knee, light spilling from his veins as the gold within him liquified and ran like blood. Lust arched back, a cry escaping his lips as his mark burned bright pink before dissolving entirely, leaving only the raw power of desire behind. Then....All was still. The curses shattered like glass. The Sins of Sloth, Greed, and Lust stood reborn, unbound, whole, dangerous once more. Lucifer’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Welcome home.”

‘Definitely not Sebastian,’ she mused, her fingers trembling slightly as she couldn’t resist the urge to read on. Sometimes, I feel a dark weight on my soul, like a curse. Maybe I am being punished now for terrible sins I committed in a past life. No sooner is one fight over than another starts. What have I ever done to deserve such betrayal and abandonment from everyone? Am I meant to be alone?