Paragon Of Sin Novels & Stories

“I'm saving you from hell, from danger, from sorrow, from heart break, from pain. If that loser is a good person, I would have stepped back. But he's a bastard, a lily livered demon who only knows himself.” I scoff and look at him with disgust. “You're the demon here. Whenever I look at you all I see is danger, death and hell. You're the real pain in the ass. Let me go now, you murderer. Otherwise, I will make you pay.” He scoffs as if he heard the most ridiculous joke.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, causing Demir to fall into a hushed silence as he watched him. “Someday, I will grant you the privilege of meeting my death angel,” he smirked. “Sebastian, we are in a priesthood. Cross me, and I’ll search every corner to ensure your complete ruin.” Demir looked him dead in the eyes. “Teaching me morality, huh? How would you treat the daughter of the man who killed your father, mother, and brothers? He wanders freely while I grieve every night. You can’t understand, and honestly, I have no expectations from you.”

Bowing to Lucas and Eva is not part of it. “My turn.” Paragon snarls in my mind. I let her push forward and speak. “Show me respect, and I will act in kind. If you choose aggression, I will act in kind.” “You still believe you guard a mystical gate? There’s no such thing.” Rowdy gives a scratchy laugh, throwing his head back. “You and Zion are delusional. Your brains are scrambled.” “Where’s the prophecy?” Paragon puts her hands on her hips.

"Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister." "Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice steady and low. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people."

— 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!

I’m glad that no one else had heard him say that. “All of us as we stand here have made mistakes. We’ve sinned one way or the other. Only you and the Gods know that. If someone else knew your sins, you’d probably not be with us here today. For those of us who’ve been given a second chance, although our sins, this uprising is our compensation. It will compensate for our sins, it will compensate for our wrong doings, our lies, betrayals, jealousy, hate and our worse regrets. As I stand here, I’ve been sinful, I’ve done things I regret and will always regret my whole life. But if I can risk my life to save future lives, that’s a good enough reason for my sins to be forgiven by the Gods. I know

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

“Don’t let him corner you into saying what you don’t feel.” I was shaking so hard I thought my bones would rattle loose. The words clogged my throat. Because they were both right and both wrong. I had chosen once. And yet here I stood, paralyzed, because maybe my heart wasn’t finished choosing. Damian chuckled low in the doorway. “Pathetic,” he murmured. “The both of you. Fighting for a flame that will burn you either way. Don’t you see? It doesn’t matter which one she picks. In the end…”

Belphegor took his hand over his face and opened his eyes which were golden as well. He dragged himself to a sitting position and he lazily stared at the woman who was busy eating and don't seems to mind his gaze on her. He could see a bit of her cleavage and white milky thighs. “ You should be glad I'm not Asmodeus ” he said. Asmodeus was the sin of lust , he was the third deadly sin. “ I'm glad you're not cause even if you're, you'd be so lazy to even f*ck me ”

Pretend there weren’t men hunting shadows trying to locate me. Pretend someone hadn’t tried to kill me. I lifted my face to the sun and stared into space for a few minutes. But even here, with all the perfection that feels like paradise, I felt watched. Not by a person. By something larger. I kept asking myself all the possible endless questions coming to my head. Why? Why me? I had no enemies. I don't have any secrets. No power. Unless— My mind drifted again to Dante’s birthmark. I frowned.