Masked Sins Novels & Stories

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

"Necessary and inevitable. Betrayal is a toxin that spreads if left unchecked." The exchange held a weight, a shared understanding of the harsh truths that governed our existence. The mask in my hands symbolized retribution, a step closer to unveiling Sergio's deceit. The weight of the mask in my hands seemed to amplify the gravity of the situation. The rendezvous with the spy had unveiled a crucial piece of the puzzle, and as I muttered to myself, "This is definitely your scent, Sergio, there's no escaping from me this time around," a steely determination settled within me.

His mom's laughter was a stark contrast to my mom's heartbreaking cries and pleas. The door to the hall is suddenly kicked open, distracting everyone. I turn my neck and guards wearing suits run in. In the middle of the two rows of guards was a man wearing a black mask. But even with the mask hiding his face, and him wearing a very expensive dark red suit I have never seen before, I knew exactly who it was. Leonardo Cassano.

"I need to tell you—" The doors burst open, but the peaceful surprise I had envisioned shattered instantly. Silas strode into the room, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles along his neck looked like coiled iron cables. His amber eyes were fully gone, replaced by a dark, volatile shade of violet that practically bled into the dim room. Behind him, Mason and Marcus marched into the sanctuary, their cloaks torn, their faces caked in salt-spray and frozen blood. Mason held a shattered wooden shield in his hands, its surface scorched with that unmistakable, dark grey chemical residue, the center of the wood deeply carved with a fresh, terrifying emblem—a jagged, black wolf’s fang eclipsing a

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

"The Holy Clan believes in purification—in removing demon blood from the world through ritual and intervention. They see themselves as healers of a kind. Reluctant but necessary." The assassin moved. Not an attack. A *test.* A single step toward Luna. She responded by dropping her center of gravity and shifting her weight back without giving ground. The assassin stopped. Noted. Tilted the featureless mask. "The Maskless Order believes something different," Cassian continued. "They believe purification is insufficient. Too slow. Too compassionate. Too willing to allow hybrids to exist at all. Their doctrine holds that demon blood is not a condition to be treated—it is a *contamination* to be

"I heard you got married before the trust transfer, and I needed a way back in. I needed you to need me." "So you lied about a child." She looked at her hands. "Yes." The word sat in the room like something dropped from a great height. "Franklin will send you the terms," I said, standing. "You will sign a written retraction and a non-disclosure agreement covering this incident and everything related to Williams Group. In return, we don't take this to court." "And if I don't sign?"

They stared at the traitor in front of them. Oh, so the moment has finally come. "Long time no see, sinners." Spencer ominously smiled. "Let's begin the game then." It might hurt alot, burn you with ashes when you trust someone alot. And that person proves that you are blind! Next will be updated soon guys!

“By the name of Holy God, I wash you from the sins of rebellion and disobedience. May he accept your sincere Redemption. Madam, show your guilt to God.” Mielle almost forgot what she had to say, then she recalled and raised her head murmuring: “God forgive me for I have sinned” “What is your sin” “Rebellion.” “Do you trust your Master's judgment?” “I do trust my master’s judgment.” “Do you accept the proper punishment the enforcer is going to apply?” “I do.” “I must ask for a second validation, do you accept the proper punishment the enforcer is going to apply?” “Yes, I do accept the enforcer’s punishment.”