List Of Mortal Sins นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What?" "They were at the hospital," He said, his eyes darkening. "I watched them. I heard them. They were laughing, Lira. They were making sure the doctors let you die. They were paying for your funeral before you were even cold. I took those pictures because I keep files on my enemies. And anyone who tries to harm you is my enemy." Tears blurred my vision... it was too much. "You don't know anything..." "I know enough," he cut in, his voice turning lethal. "I’ll make them pay. Every single one of them. I’ll have them destroyed. I’ll have them crawling through the dirt for what they did to you. I just need your words."

One should pay the price for the sin they have committed! Even if you don’t commit a sin, and have bad thoughts. They were enough for you to be punished. Pride, greedy, wrath, jealousy, lust, laziness, eating without any sharing are the biggest sins and are the most common sins that anyone could commit. All the sins committed by a human or any creature come from these sins only. When you commit sins, those sins doesn’t need to be committed by actions your thoughts could commit too. One should commit the sins healthily.

But before I left, I told him something: “One day you will fall, Mortyss. And I will be there to watch.” It seemed that day had arrived. Mortyss, the untouchable. Mortyss, the hunter of Lilim. Mortyss, who killed every descendant of Lilith he found without hesitation. Bonded. Trapped. Addicted. To a Lilim. It was so poetic it almost hurt.

Around us, students filled the hall, whispering and waiting for the judgement. “Murdering a fellow werewolf is unacceptable in this academy and across every pack,” Zeus declared. “Yes! She killed one of our own. She must be punished!” voices roared. The hall shook with shouts. Zima trembled. Her head stayed down, eyes fixed on her feet. Shame wrapped around her like chains. My wolf raged inside me, begging to rip out throats and crush bones, but I forced him down. “Zima of Silverpang Pack,” Zeus thundered, “if this High Court of Nightowl Academy finds you guilty of murder, you will not only be expelled but exiled and banished from all packs.”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk. However, that was when I heard the boy in my belly telling me he would stay with me after the divorce—that he would disown his jerk of a father. As such, I was convinced to abort my daughter and keep the boy, only to realize that it was the start of my nightmares. It was only in death that I realized Tina had planned everything. The boy was never my son, but a demon incarnate. Worst of all, I was beguiled into killing my own daughter!

I became someone I no longer recognized, a man burdened with sins too heavy for anyone else to carry. In time, my life spiraled out of control. The betrayal of my own conscience led me down a path I hadn’t anticipated. I left the military, lost to my own demons, and found myself entangled in the very world I once fought against. The mafia became my refuge, a dark sanctuary where I tried to drown my guilt, my anger, and my sorrow. I became a sinner—willingly committing sins, crossing lines I never would have imagined as a soldier. I justified it then, telling myself it was all I deserved, that I was beyond redemption. But deep down, I was trapped in a web I couldn't escape.

But next to his reflection, he saw the shadow of Angeline. She was the "weakness" he hadn't seen coming. She was the "motivation" that was already starting to rewrite his priorities. He realized then that the "Sinful Virtues" weren't just the rules they lived by. They were the traits that would either bind them together or destroy both their empires. Angeline wasn't just his wife; she was a mirror held up to his own soul. And for the first time, Roman Moretti didn't like what he saw.

Min pressed Jun’s hand harder against his chest, as if trying to force Jun to understand the physical reality of his fear. "If I hadn't broken those men," Min rasped, "if I hadn't shot first, if I had just for one milli-second paused to ponder the morality of the act... we would be dead in that courtyard. You now or in the future, would be dead. And my father would never be found." Jun looked into Min’s eyes. He stood paralyzed, his hand absorbing the frantic rhythm of Min’s heart. He felt the heat radiating from Min’s body and saw, for the first time, the raw, bleeding humanity beneath the mask.

Hopefully, this was a sign that the real Zeke would return soon, but I couldn’t help but be worried. “How many more deadly sins are there?” I turned to face Hunter since he seemed to know more than the rest of us. “There are four more. Greed, Sloth, Pride and Envy.” Hunter answered. “Great.” I muttered as a migraine slowly developed. “Looks like there are only three more.” Rex spoke. When I looked over at Rex, he had his phone out. “What do you mean?” “Samantha just texted me and said that Zeke is at home, trying to steal anything of value.” Rex flipped his phone so I could see the text.