Paragon Of Sin Wiki Novels & Stories

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

Slowly, my hands moved to the cursor and I tapped on the browser icon, cursing myself as I typed a name on the G****e search engine. Lucian Banks, potential heir of the Banks Legacy and CEO of Paragon Gaming. Paragon Gaming was formerly known as Enamor Gaming. The CEO of Enamor resigned and another smaller company acquired them and changed the name to Paragon which within six years grew to become the largest gaming company in Australia with its headquarters here in Melbourne. Their games were top-notch and madly loved by people. Especially the simulation game they made—Syntaxe—it made people crazy. “Geez!” I exclaimed. “Mr annoying is Paragon’s CEO? Jesus is Lord!”

Serenity, "Moon Priestess," Levante said, his voice low but sharp. "Define Child of Sin." The Priestess met my eyes. The other priestesses in robe, looked puzzled but quiet behind her. Her deep blue gaze held no warmth, only judgment. "A Child of Sin is one born without the Moon Goddess’s blessings. Only her wrath remains." My stomach twisted violently. Wrath? The word echoed in my mind like a curse I had carried without knowing its name.

FUCK! My internal struggle increased as I battle with guilt, torn between my loyalty to Lily and the forbidden desires that consumed me. It kept creating painful tremors within me without stopping. I long for a redemption, for the heaviness in my chest to disappear, but the more I try to suppress my feelings, the more they demand to be acknowledged, the more they desire to be acted upon...... DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!!!

However, why did the S-tier Malevolent Phantom require someone to fully embody each of these sins? He recalled what Donna had said—an S-tier Malevolent Phantom teetering on the brink of soul collapse would instinctively seek self-preservation. The exact method was unclear, but perhaps by selecting humans who could reach the extreme limits of each sin, the spirit could consume their souls and stabilize itself. That was the most logical explanation for now. "So if I clear four trials, I'll get to have dinner with the owner of Laurel Resort?" That piece of information was crucial to Felix. Clearing four trials would mean he had taken at least four of the seven deadly sins to their extreme. Rath

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

a kind of sin which would turn her into a sinner. She immediately backed away from him and looked at him with disgust and filth in her eyes. "How could you even think about something like this?" She spat at him because she understood what he meant and he just heard her. "You are forgetting you are a married man, Mr Alfanso and even thinking about having another woman is a sin for you," she raised her voice at him. How could someone fall this low? Aniya turned startled when he started chuckling shamelessly in front of her.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

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.

Arthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness.