Seven Deadly Sins 10 Commandments Novels & Stories

“What? It's not like I'm wrong! You are always grumpy!” “... Is he always like this?” “You really don't know anything about us kiddo?” “All I need to know is the fact that the seven of you fell from Heaven and became the rulers of Hell and capital sins.” “And do you know who is who?” “Does it really matter?” “You- never mind. We'll enlighten you.” “Beelzebub, capital sin Greed.” “A pleasure to meet you, again.” “Thanks?”

My jaw clenched, but I nodded, trying not to let my hatred for the man show too obviously. "And, of course, obedience is non-negotiable,” Jaxon continued, leaning forward to make his point clear. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll do it. No questions. No attitude. I want full compliance." I could feel the anger simmering under my skin, but I forced myself to keep quiet, my gaze fixed on a spot on Jaxon's desk. I refused to give Jaxon the satisfaction of seeing just how deeply his words affected me. “Loyalty, Riley,” Jaxon continued, each word laced with a possessive tone that made my skin crawl. “Your loyalty belongs to me now. That means no sneaking around, no talking to other people

I was also tempted to get another good fuck here and now, in this car, but once we get, we won't be able to get over and repent from our sins. “I'm sorry to say to you, Little sis. The second you become mine, there's nothing like forgiveness or repenting….” He leaned closer, taking a spiral hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “Only sin. We will continue committing sins for as long as possible.” I looked into his eyes, my face inching closer towards his and our lips locked in a hot kiss. Before I could stop myself, I left my seat and sat on his laps. Thank goodness Ricky car’s glass were tinted, so we won't get caught.

Vincenzo also cried from the side as he watched the scene. Matteo tapped Dante on the shoulder and took the gun out of his hand. “Good job, remember son, we do not apologize and we do not hesitate.” He reminded Dante, who was wiping the tears from his face. “People like us should never cry for these trivial reasons, you hear me? You are my son, you must be cold-hearted! In our world, it’s eat or be eaten, so you must always be strong and ruthless!” Matteo reminded him.

The answer was too smooth and firm, like there was no room to negotiate. “You don’t get to decide that,” I said, anger creeping into my voice. “I don’t,” Luca agreed evenly. “But I do get to enforce it.” I studied him then—really looked into his eyes and read his movement. There was no hunger in his gaze, no curiosity like Dante’s. It was just control. Structure. Loyalty. “You must really enjoy this,” I said quietly, giving up. “Enjoyment doesn't seem like the right word to use. You just don't get it, do you?”

The only things left were three dried cherry blossoms that he always kept in his pocket. “I don’t know how many years it’ll take to commit a thousand sins, Eira,” Kael muttered, torn between still hoping to see Eira as soon as possible and resigning himself to the time he’d have to endure. “I’ve killed animals, impregnated sex workers, committed fraud. I’ve done it all. But a thousand is just too many,” he continued. “That’s right.” Kael was so startled that he reflexively jumped up from his crouch like a frog.

Then Sophia brought out bottles of tequila and everything went south. Is that you, God? Ava groans beside me. Because I feel like I've died. She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. Seriously? Can you kill me now? She groans. I'm never drinking again. She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.

I hear she is a lesbian and remember what God says in Leviticus 20:13 and 1 Corinthians 6: 9-10. Little did she know that her daughter was already too far gone. **Elara:** I know mommy……Not inheriting the kingdom of heaven blah blah blah. Okay mummy. I’ll pray often. Once I get off this call, I will pray and I will try to expose less skin. Not do what God wouldn’t like. Are you okay now? Elara hated lectures like this and she knew that agreeing with her mom was the only way to get her off her back so she did just that.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

Of course he did. She peeled back the wax seal. Inside was a single black page, etched in silver ink. No letterhead. No signature. Just ten simple lines: THE TEN SINFUL COMMANDMENTS 1. Never deny your deepest desires. 2. Pleasure is power—wield it ruthlessly. 3. Trust is earned through surrender. 4. Speak only truth—unless a lie is sexier. 5. Pain is a gift. Accept it. 6. Loyalty belongs to the one who ruins you.