Radiant Sin Novels & Stories

policy. “I have given my blessing to you and Rena… you will have a lot of children after this…. then Ronan? What is your word?” asked Sinag with a seductive smile at Ronan. “Get a grip Ronan…geez!” Randu whispered annoyed with Ronan's stupid face who is still fascinated by Sinag's beauty. She is not affected by the beauty of the gods because she "You've never seen a creature as beautiful as this Randu… Just try to imagine if you saw the figure of Burdak who is clean, without scars, with an adorable masculine smile…?”

“He isn't. He is just affected by…” “Yeah, the moon affects him.” Laurent interrupted. “We all are. But, Sin is different.” I furrowed my brow as he went on. I glimpsed Sin talking with the members of the Laurent team. Then he halted, his eyes locking on mine. “Do you know why he always flips whenever you are close by?” Laurent continued as I shook my head. “That is because you are a curse to him. You are the person to destroy him. You are pretty much his downfall.”

His flesh evaporated, and not even his soul was spared. After witnessing the horrifying sight, the other powerhouses refrained from speaking. Many of them wanted to run away but did not dare to move. Sinclair’s aura was incredibly potent and was putting a crushing pressure on their bodies. Otherwise, they would have run away if they could. James took a deep breath. ‘A powerhouse at the Holy Celestial Rank is already considered a peerless existence. Yet, he was so easily wiped out. How powerful is Sinclair?

But interspersed among them were the Emberfang artifacts Sin had retrieved from the lower levels—weapons created specifically to combat shadow manipulation and dark magic. I lifted one such weapon—a sword with a blade that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, its hilt wrapped in leather inscribed with the same symbols that marked Ailith's skin. When I had first touched it yesterday, the weapon had vibrated in my hand, neither accepting nor rejecting me completely. Now, as I gripped it again, I felt a subtle warmth spreading from the hilt up my arm. "Interesting," Sin commented, appearing silently at my side in that unnerving way she had. "That blade is responding to you more strong

he questions, brilliant white teeth flashing as he smiles at us both, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, his rolled up button up shirt showing off his strong build. “You know how I feel about you, Sinful,” Thought mutters tirelessly, looking over Sinful’s shoulder and into his home. “We are here for Millicent.” Sinful drags his gaze to me, smiling softly. He has such a charming, attractive look to him, which has nothing to do with his powers. He is the Sin, Lust, giving him the ability to seduce anyone with just a thought alone. I’m not sure if I could have handled being mated to him, so I’m not sure how Millicent does it.

What she was planning to do was murder and this was an innocent child, no matter what excuse she came up with. She gave birth to a healthy baby girl and named her Saga Karani Sinclair. She had done this with a purpose, she couldn’t claim the bloodline if the ancestral name didn’t go with it. Sean had signed the paperwork as Kiran Sinclair. She had named her Karani on purpose. She would suffer the same fate as her grandmother and die before her time. Dezrael also understood that you pay with blood when you take blood. A life for a life, and she was willing to give Sean’s life in return for the life she would take with magic. In her mind, twisted black and warped, she could have it all.

“Even if the world blames me, even if it’s impossible.” His lips brushed mine, soft, almost reverent. “And I’ll protect you,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” --- The Road to Revenge By nightfall, Nicholas had already mobilized his men, tracking every trace of Damien’s betrayal. I stayed in the study, bandaged and weary, watching as he transformed from the man cradling me moments ago into the ruthless heir to the Rhodes empire. The contrast was jarring—softness for me, lethal precision for anyone who dared cross him.

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

If he was thinking about me the way I was thinking about him — filthy, desperate thoughts that made my nipples tighten and my clit pulse with need. A soft knock at my door made me jump. My heart slammed against my ribs. It was late, well past midnight. I glanced down at myself. The t-shirt barely reached mid-thigh, my full breasts loose and heavy beneath it, nipples clearly visible. I should have thrown on shorts or a robe, but something reckless in me didn’t. I padded barefoot to the door and opened it just enough to see him. Sinclair stood there in the dim hallway light, wearing only black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. His torso was still slightly glistening, as if he had just fini

she begged, pushing her hips forward desperately. He edged her, bringing her right to the brink twice, only to deny her each time. He spread her legs even wider and thrust back into her soaked pussy. His muscular body loomed over her as he pounded her deep and hard. “Beg like the whore you are,” he demanded, his thick cock slamming into her again and again. "Call me Sir." Tears rolled down Lara’s cheeks as pleasure and humiliation mixed. “Please, Sir… Don't stop!” Raymond fucked her even harder. He tightened his grip on her hips. His thrusts made her vision blur with intense pleasure.