Limbus Company Sinners Books Novels & Stories

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

As I lay there exhausted and dripping, Damien whispered against my ear: “You’re mine, Lila. Never forget that.” I left his office on shaky legs, cum still leaking down my thighs. When I reached my desk to grab my things, I overheard two female employees whispering near the elevator. “Did you hear? The new assistant… apparently Mr. Sinclair fucks her every single day in his office. They say she screams so loud the whole floor can hear…” The other woman laughed softly. “I heard she’s taking it from more than just him. The rumors are getting wild.”

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Chapter 1 Sophia's Pov. I walked into Saint Michael's Church that Sunday morning with my heart pounding and my pussy already tingling. My name is Sophia, and I had been coming here for months now, not for any spiritual awakening, but because the place dripped with forbidden temptation. The stained glass windows, the incense smoke curling in the air, the solemn hymns—it all made me think of sin, of bodies twisting in secret pleasure right under God's nose.

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” I have to flip my phone screen-down and fan myself with the order pad, pretending it’s just the sun coming through the windows, while my pulse thuds between my legs and my nipples go tight under my thin work shirt. Tuesday, the big overseas shipment shows up—six heavy crates of those fat, fragrant lilies that turn the whole back room into a steamy greenhouse the second I pop the lids. I’m on my knees sweating, droplets running between my breasts and soaking my jeans, when my phone vibrates against my thigh. ‘Can’t stop picturing my cock in your pussy, begging me to fuck you harder.’ My breath catches so hard I nearly drop the lid. I text back with shaky thumbs ‘See you tonight. I’ll be wai

My hand quickly opened that page and I immediately read. The titan who lives under the sea is located in the Ring of Oblivion. Ten miles away from the shoreline of Venossa. I found it. So I quickly closed it and put it back on the shelf and I left the library room as if nothing had happened. Now, I just have to wait for Elijah to finish meeting with the Sentinels. I quickly got back to the room and I'm just thankful that I didn't run into Natalia. But I know that rarely happens because he also does a lot in his office. I'm not that important for him to spend time just to insult me.

Late in the afternoon, while their mother was upstairs sorting through clothes, the girls cornered him in the hallway. “We will drug Mom again,” Sara whispered. She pressed close to him so her breasts brushed against his arm. “She’ll pass out after dinner tonight.” Clara smiled seductively. "We will do something crazier than yesterday." Vincent’s lips stretched into a smile. "I'm ready." That evening, Lena drank her spiked wine without suspicion. As expected, within minutes her eyelids grew heavy. She yawned, slumped onto the living room couch, and fell into a deep sleep.

“Hey babe… you’re back early” “Yeah. Anna started throwing up right after I got there, so I just came home.” Footsteps moved closer. Lyra’s fuzzy slippers stopped right beside the bed, inches from my face. “Did you… jerk off in here or something? The whole room smells weird.” Ken let out a tired chuckle. “Must’ve dozed off after working out. Sorry. I’ll open a window.” I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood as Lyra sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped heavily, nearly brushing my shoulder. My cock — traitorously half-hard from the adrenaline and the filthy memory — twitched against my thigh.

ARC 29: DARKNESS WITHIN This arc contains mature sexual themes, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, betrayal, psychological manipulation, intimidation, restraint, BDSM dynamics, humiliation, power imbalances, and blurred or violated boundaries. This is dark fiction intended for mature audiences only. Proceed only if you are comfortable with morally grey characters. ----- Lena's POV By the time I reached my door I was already picturing the shower and laying in my bed. I fumbled the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed inside.