Seven Deadly Sins As Animals Novels & Stories

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

Unshaken. ‎“You fool,” she whispered. “You actually think this will last? That she won’t run the moment she sees the real you?” ‎He stiffened. ‎“You forget who you are, Kane. You were born of sin—an abomination, a monster, the darkest stain on humanity. Reborn through blood, forged in chaos. Everything you touch crumbles. Just like your mother. Just like me.” She smiled, cruel and proud. “You are my greatest creation, my son. My masterpiece of ruin.”

I took a bite of carbonara because I was hungry and the one for him also arrived just in time. But he just stared at me like I was food in front of him. "Why?" I asked innocently. "Nothing, just eat." I just let the girl next to me go because I'm really hungry, no matter what she does, I won't kill her. After a few moments, it also took a bite, she acted like nothing but her actions seduced me. His mouth was strange as if he invited me to something that would be in favor of my manhood. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked with anger. It's not good to see what he's doing. Felix was already taking a look because even he knew that this girl had a plan.

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

She rested her hand gently on her stomach, her heart aching. Only she knew how much courage it took to decide to never carry a child… and yet Zayren hadn’t let her go through with it. She hated him for stopping her... but somewhere, deep down, a small part of her was… relieved. Maybe even thankful. But that didn’t erase the sin he was trying to drag her into. How could she live with herself if she gave in... when he belonged to someone else? If she agreed to what he wanted, she knew she'd be killing her own soul in the process.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

I’ve had it. I draw the dagger back from the shadows and start to play with it in my hands while keeping my eyes on his face. I’m pretty sure that he got my silent message because he finally started to talk seriously again. “The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.”

It was only a miracle that I was still alive. "Don't you dare lie to me. You are nothing but a sinner!" That statement got me very angry. Despite the heavy migraine I felt, I still managed to speak because the anger I felt was too much to be contained. "You have no right to call me a sinner. If I am a sinner, then you are also a sinner! You are wicked and heartless and you are most definitely not a Christian" I screamed in his face. With the way he stepped a few paces back, it was obvious my words touched him. It made him very angry. I could see it in his eyes. Anytime I told him anything concerning being a sinner, he got out of control.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.