Seven Deadly Sin Book Novelas e Histórias

But his grin never faltered. “This isn’t over,” I said coldly. “You think you have won, Elijah, but all you have done is give me a real reason to ruin you.” His eyes sparkled with challenge. “I can’t wait.” I turned away and began to pull off the clothes I had put in minutes ago. My mind was clear now even though the rage inside me hadn’t cooled—it had only settled into something vengeful. Last night, I had given in to that stupid drug and to the hunger surrounding me.

Once I am under the warm spray I just hold my head up under it and let the water rain down on my skin. I once read something that said the devil is drawn to those that can be easily manipulated. I believed it now , had Carnage been drawn to me. Had he sensed how lonely I was , how depraved I was and had he seen an easy target. One he could charm with such little effort.

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,

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been… two weeks since my last confession.” Silence on the other side. Then his voice—low, calm, the same voice that read the Gospel every Sunday. “Speak your sins, child.” She started small. Disobedience to the rule of silence. Impure thoughts during prayers. A moment of anger toward Sister Margaret. Easy sins. Safe ones. But her voice grew quieter, thinner. “And… I dream,” she whispered. “Of hands on my skin. Rough hands. Holding me down. Taking me. Making me lose control. I wake up wet… aching. I touch myself sometimes. I can’t stop.”

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

“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.

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.