Most Unforgivable Sin Novels & Stories

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

He felt ashamed for having not forgiven his brother although he had his reasons for doing so. Anger flared in the older's eyes and he was filled with an unquenchable thirst for revenge on those that had dared hurt his beloved little brother. They said no Sin in Sincity and yet the evilest of sins are committed every single day, while they filled their hearts with fear as they wrongfully punish the innocent, whereas the most wicked run free and are respected and seen as the most righteous.

(THE LAST TWO SINS) “SIN OF WRATH AND GLUTTONY.” Nate whispers, for the two of them finally got into the point where Aira will now only inform him of the last two embodiments of the sins. Which the first, the sin of wrath is someone that he expects to be the worst out of the bunch. “Very well.” Aira immediately gave him what he wanted. Now with the softer tone and mood, defining her ideals and heart of hating the sin of greed more than anyone else among the entire seven.

he asked, his eyes darkening as he ran his fingers up my bare arm. ‎Goosebumps were all over my body. ‎"I'm saying it's wrong. It's a sin," I repeated, but I couldn't stop myself from taking a small step closer to him. ‎The way we were talking was already making me so horny and causing some wetness to pool at my core. The forbidden nature of our attraction made it almost impossible for me to resist him at that moment. ‎"What more can I say? I love doing forbidden things. The fact that it's forbidden makes me want to have you more, it makes it more thrilling and exciting," Tyson said huskily before leaning forward and capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

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.

My mother always said the same thing when her high faded and clarity hit her too hard: “He never forgives and forgets, baby. Never.” He can never forgive what my mother had done. Whatever it was, I was the collateral. And Tristan. And Alex. And Marilyn. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t want them touched. I didn’t want them threatened. I didn’t want them dragged into something they didn’t even know existed. But Wakeem’s messages were never just for the person he sent them to. They were warnings — the kind that said, “I see you. I see them. Choose quickly.” I opened my eyes and forced myself to move.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

For a second, I forgot what I was saying. The murmurs of the crowd blurred. My heartbeat filled the silence. Ezreal didn’t move. He just stared, calm, patient, almost amused. I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t stop the tremor in my voice, but I continued, pretending not to notice him. “Fornication,” I said, and the word scraped against my throat like a confession. “It is one of the sins most easily committed but hardest to admit. Because it appeals to what is human in us, our desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted.”

A cold spray rained on me. “Essentially, you're stupid, Shannon. Stupid, because you are devoid of free will. Curiosity is your master. It will only bring you despair. To know is to suffer. Truth only leads to death.” Samael laughed lowly. “Some are ruled by lust. Others greed. But curiosity? That's worse than pride. It's the greatest deadly sin.”

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all