Seven Deadly Sins As Animals Novels & Stories

“I-i couldn't possibly do anything. It is against the rules to kill your family member. If I KILLED him, I would be cursed by our ancestors. I couldn't risk leaving our home in chaos-” “-Now I understand why the first leader never wanted our kind to love the scum species. Filth is their kind, isn't it? The worst sets of DISGUSTING ANIMALS that call themselves dark gods. They are DARK gods indeed. They seek to destroy and take advantage of our kindness just to get more power, we ourselves would never chase over love.” “But it's not all of them that is like that. You love the third prince of the seven hells realm, don't you? He's not like your father-”

Maybe I was too nice. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. “Yes,” I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure. “Say my name.” “I can’t,” I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life. Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

The pressure was intense, forcing my head up as his thumb gripped the firm line of my chin. “It was supposed to be supervised by my son,” Matthew whispered, his breath hot and smelling of black coffee against my nose. “Now he is shot. Because of your utter stupidity. Because of you.” I tried to swallow, but the tight grip made it impossible to speak. A single tear slipped from the corner of my left eye, tracking a hot, wet path down my cheek until it hit Matthew’s thumb. He didn’t soften. Instead, he leaned closer, pinning me completely against the wall.

"Different? You would have sent a check. You would have paid for my silence just like he did. You wouldn't have invited me to your table. You wouldn't have called me sister." "Thats not true, but I am sorry," I said, my voice steady and low. "I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people."

Pretend there weren’t men hunting shadows trying to locate me. Pretend someone hadn’t tried to kill me. I lifted my face to the sun and stared into space for a few minutes. But even here, with all the perfection that feels like paradise, I felt watched. Not by a person. By something larger. I kept asking myself all the possible endless questions coming to my head. Why? Why me? I had no enemies. I don't have any secrets. No power. Unless— My mind drifted again to Dante’s birthmark. I frowned.