Seven Capital Sins Novels & Stories

When I told him I wanted to become a reporter instead of joining the family business, he had been surprised, but he hadn't stopped me, he had simply asked me to promise that I would take my career seriously, journalism was my passion so, I had. "I did my research," I said. "Everything in that article can be backed up." "I know." "Then what's the problem?" "The problem is the people you're investigating." I frowned. "The Vikings have been operating for years," he continued. "They have connections in places you don't even know exist. You can't just expose them in a newspaper and expect them to sit quietly." "I didn't expose them. I reported the truth." "And sometimes the truth has consequences

"It's also a sin to let sin win." Then she left. I stared at the closed door. For several minutes, I couldn't move. Don't let sin win. Maybe she had no idea how deeply those words would cut. I reached for my phone. There was one thing I could still control. My story. I opened the writing application. My book was still there. Capitulate Into Sinful Desires. I scrolled through the chapters. The story I had written secretly. The story everyone believed was fiction. But they didn't know. Every forbidden glance. Every kiss. Every mistake. Every secret. I had hidden pieces of myself inside those pages. I had been confessing without realizing that I was confessing.

he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread.

The tip already felt sensitive in the open air. Seraph stood over him in her tight black dress. The material clung to her full breasts and curved hips. She slowly ran her fingers down his chest. Her fingertips started at his collarbone and moved lower. They traced over his nipples. The light touch made them harden instantly. She dragged her nails gently across his ribs. His skin tingled everywhere she touched. She continued down over his stomach. The muscles there tightened under her hand. His cock twitched visibly as her fingers got closer. She could already see how hard he was. The veins along his shaft stood out. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip.

I kissed him softly, then deeper, tasting salt and sin. “I know,” I murmured against his lips. “When I’m with you, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe some sins are worth burning for.” We stayed there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms on the desecrated altar. Neither of us made promises about stopping. We both knew we wouldn’t. Some loves are salvation. Ours was beautiful, devastating, and unholy. And we would keep choosing it anyway, until the day someone finally opened the wrong door and our secret burned us both to ashes.

Dante said quietly. “It was Sophia.” “That doesn’t eliminate risk.” I turned to face him. “She was worried about me.” “And now someone knows she still has access to you.” His tone wasn’t angry. It was controlled. “She doesn’t ‘have access’ to me,” I snapped. “She’s my best friend.” “And that makes her leverage, they might get to you through her.” The word hit hard. “She’s not leverage,” I said firmly. “She’s innocent.” He sat up slowly. “Innocence doesn’t protect people.”

Dimitri closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the car seat. Damn. Why was she clouding his mind these days? Yesterday at the function, he'd fought with someone. He'd stabbed a man in front of hundreds of witnesses. He'd never done anything like that before. He'd never been so reckless. He'd never risked his carefully built reputation for anyone. He'd never been possessive over a human being. Everyone in his life had always been a stepping stone. A means to an end. An asset to be used and discarded when no longer useful. Anyone who disrupted his path always ended up dead.

I said softly, my voice already breathy. “How long has it been since your last confession, my child?” Father Damien asked. His voice sounded slightly strained today. “Seven days.” “Tell me your sins.” I leaned closer to the screen. “I have had very impure thoughts, Father. Every single night. I touch myself thinking about a man I should not want.” He stayed quiet for a moment. I could hear his breathing change. “What kind of thoughts?” he asked, his voice lower. “I imagine him touching me. Kissing me. Fucking me.” I used the word deliberately. “I imagine him bending me over the altar and taking my virginity right here in God’s house.”

‘Definitely not Sebastian,’ she mused, her fingers trembling slightly as she couldn’t resist the urge to read on. Sometimes, I feel a dark weight on my soul, like a curse. Maybe I am being punished now for terrible sins I committed in a past life. No sooner is one fight over than another starts. What have I ever done to deserve such betrayal and abandonment from everyone? Am I meant to be alone?

"So what did she do with this power?" "She achieved the unthinkable," the maid said, her voice dropping to a hushed tone. "She used the energy to trap the seven deadly spirits—manifestations of the sins themselves. they're seven deadly sins : wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony. But originally, they are more than mere concepts. They are entities, powerful and destructive. Trapping them required strength beyond comprehension." My mouth went dry at the thought. "And she succeeded?"