Seven Deadly Sins Book Novels & Stories

She hesitated for a moment but kept her eyes on me before asking, “How do I become a demon?” Her question made me smile. “Usually, a demon is created whenever a human soul commits all seven deadly sins and there is no saving them,” she nodded her head at me in understanding and I chuckled again and shook my head, “Abby, your soul is too pure to commit all seven. Maybe you could get away with a little envy, maybe even wrath, but not all seven.” She shook her head and said defiantly, “You don’t know my sins, I can be a sinner,” she stood up straight in the chair at the last part, she was being stubborn and it was adorable.

Tom did not take the accusation lightly, his hands clenched under Suzanne’s. The vampire proceeded to explain, “All the seven deadly sins that humanity is guilty of; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride have somehow created a splinter to the gates of hell. The black mist is but the beginning.” “Technically, you are a part that damnation,” Tom retaliated. The vampire covered his mouth in mock surprise, “Touche…but like I said before, my kind and I played no part in this. Look, I am here to offer my aid. I am not your enemy.”

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.

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.

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

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.

The drug made them a shell; the devil that lived in the man was gone. “When I heard of your interest in getting a slave, I made myself vulnerable, got taken into the camp and just when things couldn’t get more interesting, I met Madam Lee, the woman who loved gold and a great tongue fuck,” I sprawled out on the bed, my fingers sliding through my slit, lazily circling my clit. I shuddered, enjoying the way their eyes were stuck on me, unmoving, untamed. “You killed them, Nikolai,” I whispered, working my finger faster against my clit.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

It was fully hard once more, thick and heavy and still shiny with spit and leftover cum. The head pressed against my dripping entrance, not entering yet—just resting there, hot and insistent. “Now I’m going to fuck this messy little cunt the way it deserves. Rough. Deep. Until you can’t remember your own name.” His free hand closed around my throat again, not choking, just holding. Claiming. “And you’re going to take every single inch while those pretty wrists stay locked right where they are.” He pushed in. The thick head forced my entrance open. I was so wet there was almost no resistance, but the stretch was still brutal—thick, heavy, relentless.