Seven Deadly Sins Clothes Novels & Stories

It's almost like it was though since my whole memory about they day was a bit foggy because of the coma and everything. I turned to him, excitement bubbling within me “we're going shopping?” He placed his hand in his pocket, pulling out a black debit card “time to get you some boss lady clothes, Princess.” …….. I knew I had a lot of clothes from the first shopping spree, but I couldn't help myself while going through all these beautiful expensive pieces. Sven explained that he wanted me to have more ‘Mafia lady’ outfits and I had no idea what that was supposed to look like—I kind of did though, but I doubted that would give the same aura it gave other women like Madam Tanya for example.

I hear someone say behind us and I look over my shoulder to see a woman wearing a beautiful latex red dress handing me a white mask that matches my dress and a red one matching Dash’s suit and shirt. I have never seen him look so sexy as he is today. His 3 pieces black suit with his blood-red shirt hugs every muscle on his body, making him look even more desirable than he already is. I can see all eyes on him and can you blame them? He is the personification of sin. A man like him should be considered a God.

My heart lurches in my chest, a mixture of fear and defiance swirling within me. Dressed in simple yet commanding attire, Lucien’s choice of clothing speaks volumes about his character. He wears a sleek black shirt that hugs his form, emphasizing the underlying strength and power he exudes. The dark trousers that cling to his legs serve as a stark contrast to the lavish surroundings of the mansion, a reminder that he is a predator lurking in the shadows.

It's as if she has never existed in this Manor. He realigned his study for her, and yet he killed and erased her just as easily. Isn't it too funny? I can't rely on such a man—I shouldn't. So, because of that, this is the seventh outfit, a short beige satin dress that I have to pair with a thong and no bra because bra lines are not elite fashion. "You look stunning." Christopher says as I descend the steps. Really, what is this madness? "We are late; don’t ask me to change again."

Be at peace. He must be Sloth. The sin of laziness and procrastination. Shaking off the feeling before it could envelop me, I focus my attention on the others. More specifically, Greed. I'd know him anywhere. He had a cuff of gold all over his fingers, heavy chains made up of precious rocks danging from his thick neck and coating the edges of his ear. While the other's clothes were simple shirts and trousers. His clothes were embroidered with what I know for a fact is gold thread and studded rubies glinting under the light of the chandelier.

His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold intimidating, and edged with menace. A high collared sleeveless black coat hung from his broad frame, the deep crimson lining flashing whenever he moved, and beneath it, a fitting black shirt stretched over a frame that was built more for power than agility. Jagged crimson patterns ran down the sleeves, resembling claw marks or veins of spreading corruption. His pants were dark as the abyss and had the same tattered red designs near the edges as if dipped in blood and left to dry. He wore heavy boots with crimson laces to match his clothes. Around his neck hung a single warn necklace, just a simple chain and battered

He wore a sharp, black, matte suit, with his hair slicked back. “Sei Bellissima,” he said, gazing into my eyes, and I blinked. He looked at someone behind me. “Her bidding starts at three million! She’s gonna make me millions in one night!” As he suddenly left, my attention shifted to the mirror with lights, and I was captivated by the stunning reflection looking back at me. ‘Wait, that’s me!’ I thought in my head. I was star-struck by my appearance. The shimmering red dress I wore had a plunging neckline that exposed half of my breast, and when combined with the dark makeup, I couldn’t help but feel like a clown.

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

Colt in his professor attire. He was wearing a white button-up shirt tucked inside his dark gray dress pants, his tie nowhere in sight, hair ruffled, sleeves folded up to his elbows giving a great view of his muscular arms inked with tattoos and the first two buttons of his shirt were opened, she could see tatts and that wolf pendant of his, the vibes his attire and dominating presence gave out was anything but normal. "How are you feeling?" His voice tried but deep, she hadn't looked in his eyes yet but she was already bothered by his presence.

His flawless skin, pale and faintly luminous, seemed to drink in the dim light, amplifying his otherworldly allure. Jet-black hair framed his face, falling in sleek, perfect waves that only added to his haunting beauty. He wore a long, tailored coat of midnight black, its edges trimmed with crimson embroidery that shimmered like freshly spilled blood. Beneath the coat, his clothing clung to his lean, muscular frame with the precision of a second skin, every detail a testament to his infernal majesty. A faint scent hung in the air around him, an intoxicating blend of smoke and something sweetly floral, masking the unmistakable undertone of sulfur.