Is Gambling A Sin Bible Verse Novels & Stories

"Each time you miss a shot, a part of your body will forever be mine." *** Janet Corrigan left behind her life in New Orleans and ventured to Springfield in search of her father, who served as the Capo of the infamous Italian Mafia family. Unfortunately, she became a target of her father's enemies and was kidnapped to be sold to the Russian mafia. Just as darkness enveloped her, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of the future Mafia King. Sebastian Genovese was arranged to marry Larisa Sherian, a mafia princess, to strengthen his dominance and power. However, everything unraveled when Janet walked into his life and completely derailed his plans. Her charm was an irresistible te

I feel his eyes on me, staring through the darkness—darkness as black as his soul. As the fiancée of a rich state senator, I should be living the easy life, but that’s not how it is for me. My mother’s sick with cancer, my fiancé smells like women’s perfume, and I’m not sure he even loves me. When I start to sense someone watching me, I should be terrified. Instead, I’m electrified. Kidnapped, held in a small room, but not tortured, I’m given a chance to study this man behind the mask. He’s intriguing in ways he shouldn’t be. He excites me in places I’ve never felt before. Should I give into the enticement and taste his sin? Or try to return to my regular life with a man I cannot

“A forbidden fruit he can’t resist.” A hardworking perfumer, Arella Rogue violated rules once and shared a passionate night with a stranger. After seven years, a twisted fate brings them together, but her heart is still raw to gamble over her unrecompensed feelings. An optimistic and charismatic businessman, Skipper Linton’s plan crumbles like his heart the moment he meets the woman he once knew. Their scorching passion reignites, but there’s a slight problem—she’s forbidden fruit he shouldn’t bite. If there's one thing Arella learned from her past—it’s not to play with fire. But the more she pulls away, fate brings them closer. And one long-buried secret can change their

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights

At 16 years old, I travel with my sister, Sarah Barnes, to the remote mountains of Nectar Valley to participate in a program. While herding cattle in the mountains, I fall asleep. In my drowsy state, I hear strange panting and gasps. Thick fog has somehow risen throughout the forest by the time I wake up. Suddenly, Sarah's anxious voice calls out from within the fog. I'm about to respond when someone suddenly covers my mouth with their hand. A voice whispers in my ear, "Don't answer. That's not your sister. It's the Temptress!"

Verity Sinclair is a gifted contemporary painter trapped in a marriage that has been dying for a long time. But the final blow comes when she catches her husband in bed with her older sister—in their matrimonial home. Humiliated and heartbroken, Verity walks away from the life she once tried to save. Then she makes one reckless decision. She seduces Quentin Langford—her ex-husband’s older brother. The ruthless billionaire with a sinful reputation, a dangerous charm, and a world filled with secrets she never wanted to understand. Quentin was supposed to be nothing more than revenge. One night, no emotions, no consequences. But after the divorce, Quentin offers her a life-changing contra

"Ah... go easy, my husband is calling." My cheeks flushed bright red as I grabbed the phone and accepted the video call. On the other end, my husband, Trevor Chambers, stared intently and began rattling off a list of instructions. He was completely unaware that just out of view, a young man's head was busy nuzzling between my thighs.

“So all this time, you have been fucking dreaming about taking her place in my life?” he uttered and those words of his were enough to turn her pain into a wrath. “No, I have never dared to dream about taking her place in your life,” she breathed out, restraining herself from breaking down into tears. “I wear your Noelle's clothes, not because I know you can never love anyone more than her but because I wanted to get loved by you, Rican Alfanso,” she finally dared to reveal her feelings to him which she had been trying to hide from him all this time but not anymore. “So you want me to fucking love you?” his jaw clenched, barbarically. “Fine, you will get what you want, Nina Halze

"Stay awake," he ordered softly, deadly. "Stay, or I swear I’ll fuck you alive right here just to keep your heart beating." *** She signed her submission. Now she has to surrender her soul. Aria Valente is the picture of perfection, billionaire heiress, tech mogul, mafia princess. But beneath the steel facade lies a secret desire to surrender in a world where control is an absolute necessity for survival. To submit. One night at the infamous Crimson Vault BDSM club, she meets a masked dangerous man who makes her knees weak with one command his name is Dominus. Their chemistry is dangerous, their sessions addictive so she agrees to become his submissive under a strict contract. He nev

A king with a secret. A lover he can only touch in darkness. Fourteen days to confess or watch the kingdom burn. Daemon Ashford has ruled Valdris for five years as the Winter King cold, untouchable, a perfect monument to duty. But behind locked doors, he’s someone else entirely. Someone who kneels. Someone who surrenders. Someone who loves Cassian Vale with the kind of desperation that could topple empires. For ten years, they’ve hidden. For ten years, they’ve been careful. But careful isn’t careful enough.