Seven Deadly Sins Clothes Novels & Stories

"He wants you to dress like a player, not a piece." I unzipped the bag. Inside was a gown. It was deep green, almost black in the shadows, with a high collar and long sleeves. The fabric was heavy—velvet, maybe, or something older and stranger. Silver embroidery traced patterns along the hem and cuffs. Thorns. Woven so tightly they looked like they might draw blood. There was a note pinned to the sleeve. You cannot hide in plain clothes. At the Conclave, invisibility is not a shield. It's an invitation. Dress like you belong, and they will wonder why. Dress like you're afraid, and they will know exactly where to strike. —K

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.”

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

Neither was the pounding ache in my ribs, which stopped my heart and took my final breath. I looked down at my clothes, amazed that there was anything covering me at all. On my legs, I wore a khaki cotton harem and a basic black t-shirt that clung to every curve of my torso. These were not my property. Perhaps Mother Selene preferred to meet her creation dressed strangely, rather than naked, as I had died.

Elise lowered the gun and looked down at herself, irked to the core to be in such a predicament. "Oh, come on. You look beautiful and ravishing and don't you dare comment on the dress." Kai raised his voice when Elise was about to retort. "It suits you and it suits the mission we are going on. Remember your duties, Elise." "Why do I have to dress up like this? Can't I just go in my work clothes?" Again she pulled down her short black dress, ignoring Kai's admiring eyes on her back. Added to the fact that it was backless, it even had a split on her left thigh and any careless movement, she would be showing her thong to the world. Thank God, she did not have to go commando. Otherwise, Elise wa

I hadn't expected it but she shot a subtle smile back at me, "Sin's in another room, he'll be done soon. Don't make him wait, he seemed angry." Quickly going back into the shower and getting dressed I came back and found him sitting on the sofa while Nadia looked out the window. "Good. You're here." Sinister stated looking at me as if nothing had happened between us. I took in his attire, it was different yet a nice look on him. His dark damp hair tousled perfectly, dark jeans, charcoal grey T-shirt and a black leather jacket. It was weird not seeing him in a suit yet it was refreshing seeing the monster in this style.

“What is this?” Victoria looked at the lineup of clothes in front of her and raised her brow in confusion. “These are your options for tonight’s auction. Choose whichever one you like.” Sergio stated. Victoria touched all those gowns before turning to Sergio again. “Don’t you think this is a little too much?” She asked him. “What do you mean by too much? These are normal clothes to wear at the auction.” Sergio replied, sounding a bit annoyed. “I will have my staff arrange the appropriate jewelry and shoes for you to wear once you finish selecting your dress.” Sergio walked toward the door.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

Between my legs I’m swollen and sticky. I turn the shower on as hot as it will go. The water scalds. I stand under it until my skin turns pink, then red, trying to wash him off. It doesn’t work. The ache lingers. The memory of his voice in my ear lingers. The humiliating truth that my body responded to lingers. When the water finally runs cold I shut it off, wrap myself in one of the thick towels, and open the wardrobe he stocked for me. Nighties. Silk. Satin. Lace. All in shades of black, red, deep burgundy. No cotton. No comfort. Everything designed to be seen, touched, removed.

Lana responded. The very next moment, the doors to the house push open, and Damien eclipses the sunlight coming in. He was wearing a high-necked, deep crimson shirt that looked outstanding against his skin. Lord help me. The shaggy black hair on his head had been tamed to a certain extent although it was still long. The shirt was made of some heavily silky material that draped across the broad expanse of his chest, clinging with loving detail to each chiseled muscled group. It was tucked into a pair of black pants tight enough to prove that he did hit the gym on daily basis. I swallowed hard and tried not to think about that. High, shiny black boots that came to his knees completed the outfi