Radiant Sin 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

All Lysithea saw in the grin was a cold, merciless void. She had known Raiden long and well enough that she could tell just how murderous his intentions were from the width of his smile. Even within an elite organization like Sicut In Caelo, Raiden was a powerhouse. He was up there with their strongest fighters, his capabilities only eclipsed by the untouchable Saint and Ezra. Worse, as the years passed, something about Raiden’s overall countenance had taken a dark turn into the unsettling and impenetrable. Being around him always felt distressful…or even suffocating.

His red eyes glowed brightly in the darkness. Aiden smirked. “Actually, I wanted to meet Gerald,” he said. “If you come here to ask for power, forget it and get out of here, weak humans,” said Rad. His demeanor and expression showed that he didn’t really like Aiden. “What you call a weak human is your potential superior.” “Tsk. Hurry up, Rad.” Although he looked very objected, Rad took off the necklace he was wearing. The necklace had a coffin-shaped pendant. When Rad opened it, thick smoke came out and entered Rad’s body. “What is it?” Rad’s voice changed.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

But it was all good because I saw another version of Draven, he killed them with his hands and compensated them by sending the bodies to hell. They were reducing and I thanked my stars because all of this would soon be over and I'll check on Lucian whom we haven't even caught a whimp of his scent around. It was all going good until I saw him, another personality that looked like he emerged from a dark corner of light. His hair was silver, The root of his Irises flint purple and his height was so intimidating.

"Don't forget Dylan, I may not be able to reject you, but I can definitely send you to the hospital in a coma. Stay away, I already have the help I need, someone I looked to for help." Sin POV I know I'm not one of the calmest wolves out there, but this woman is testing every drop of patience in me. I don't call myself Sin for nothing, the first moment I knew how she behaved anger consumed me, but then I can't deny that when I saw her in other people's arms it turned me on too, lust is also a sin. So at the same time that I want to rip their hearts out, I also want to get involved and make them scream my name in pleasure.

“Trust me, it doesn’t happen for just anyone, no matter what they’re doing or how lovely they are.” “But I’m nothing.” I insist. “I’m just a human, I don’t have the kind of power you do.” “You’re not nothing.” Sinclair growls, a dangerous edge in his deep voice. “And you might be human but you have a power all your own. Don’t you know how difficult it is for me to be near you without touching you? How impossible it is to hold myself back when you’re in my arms, when all my instincts are driving me to make you mine? Ever since we met I’ve felt like an addict, and you’re my only fix.”

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

He stood exposed beneath the storm of radiance, breath torn from him as if the light fed on his pounding heart. Lunaris stepped from the radiance as if it were the fabric of her robes, her presence so massive it crushed the air into stillness. She wasn’t soft tonight. She wasn’t gentle. She was glory and wrath fused into a single, devastating form. Her eyes glowed like white flames, searing holes through the world, and each step she took carved silver cracks in the ground. Ryder dropped to one knee. Not in submission, his body simply couldn’t hold itself upright in her presence for long.