Novelas y relatos de Seven Capital Sins

My hands trembled as I clutched the thick cream envelope with the official court seal. Seraphine Vellora. That was the name written in elegant black ink—the name that now felt like a noose tightening around my throat. Everyone called me Sera, but in Judge Alaric chambers, names carried weight. Power. Judgment. I had no choice. My brother, Elias, had been caught in one of the city’s underground gambling rings. The evidence was damning, the sentence potentially twenty years. But Judge Voss had made it clear during the private meeting last week: mercy had a price. And that price was me.

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.

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

That flicker of something I’d spent years trying to kill. Hope. A foolish, dangerous thing. The conversation outside went on for a while — murmurs, footsteps, orders. I couldn’t make out the words anymore, but I caught the tone: control wrapped in exhaustion. Nicholas was unraveling, even if he didn’t want anyone to see it. He’d built an empire out of silence and precision. But now, the cracks were showing. Maybe that was why he couldn’t let me go. Because I was the one sin he couldn’t cleanly erase.

His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless. My disgust was not only for him. It was for what he had done to his daughter that he had sold her like a ledger entry, like a problem to be balanced, such a selfish man. The thought of that, the thought of a father who traded his child to pay for his sins, it was sharper than any blade. It was petty and cowardly. “Mafia collects what is owed,” I said. “If one of ours is taken, we collect in full. The rules are simple. Blood for blood. Debt for debt. You chose your path years ago, Damon. You must live with what you planted.”

There were seven original sins, later known as the seven deadly sins. They were pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust. The first trial Felix went through, the House of Indulgence, was clearly centered on lust. The second trial, the House of Wrath, was even more self-explanatory. With this sudden influx of information, he had learned the names of the remaining five trials, immediately making the connection to the Seven Sins. However, why did the S-tier Malevolent Phantom require someone to fully embody each of these sins?

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“