Seven Deadly Sin Book Novels & Stories

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

And yet, all I could think about was the way he looked at me, the way he dropped to his knees on his own dining room floor and handed me the key to his life, and that massive, unimaginable length between his legs that had stretched me open last night in a way no man ever had. "You stupid, desperate, nasty bitch," I cursed at myself, digging my nails into my jeans. "You disgusting, hypocritical little slut. You stand there crying to him about your mom and your principles, and then the second he pulls you close, you melt right into his chest like a pathetic, horny teenager. You're so dirty. You're a sick, wretched, shameless bitch, Sophia. You're falling for him. You actually have feelings for

“Are you going to punish me? Tell the Mother Superior? Or…” “No one else is involved,” he cut in quietly. “This stays between us and God. But penance is still required, Ciara. Real penance. Not just words in a booth.” He pointed at the open book on the table. The pages were handwritten in neat, careful script. The title at the top of the visible page read *Repentance for the Sin of Lust*. “Kneel,” he ordered. My knees folded before my brain even caught up. The stone floor was cold through my thin dress. I knelt right in front of the table, the book inches from my face. The candle flames flickered across the words.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, could never, forget.

A mortal asking to know my name, the name that once shook worlds and silenced armies? “You dare,” I said, my voice low and thunderous, “to ask the name of one who once ruled realms beyond your petty comprehension? I am Khyronis, Lord of Shadows That Bind. A god who walked among stars and now descends to tread upon your wretched soil. My name is not for the likes of you to utter casually, mortal. It is a whisper feared in the dark recesses where true power lingers.” I spoke, expecting the weight of my words to crush them to their knees.

Blowing the dust out, she unlocked it and pulled out a large, heavy-looking book. She walked back to me with a certain glint in her eyes, and she placed the book on my chest, the weight almost knocking air out from my lungs. “Confess,” Mother Superior commanded. “Confess your sins, Elizabeth.” “I didn't—” I choked out, unable to finish my words. “Please. You're hurting me.” The book pressed down harder. I cried out, my back arching instinctively, chains cutting into my wrists. One of the sisters stepped back. “Mother,” she whispered. “She can't breathe.”

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

Reader Discretion is advised. I gasped for air as Maurice and I summoned the Seven Deadly Sins. The little shack we had been given was covered from wall to floor in Sigils and offerings, a testament to our determination. Yet, we were done as we summoned the last of the Sins of my Uncle Wrath, our resolve unshaken. The air crackled with a tension so palpable it was almost tangible. The once-quiet shack was now a storm of dark energy, the air swirling with an ominous hum as the last of the Seven Deadly Sins materialized before Maurice and I.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

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.“