Seven Deadly Sins Fanfic Novels & Stories

“I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.” Finn’s wolf stirred, roaring inside him as he leaned in, voice dropping to a growl. “You have seven days to enact your revenge. Do whatever you can with me… and I will do whatever I want with you,” he whispered, sliding his hands slowly between her thighs, sending a pulse of heat through her entire body. He pressed closer, wings brushing her sides, lips grazing hers as his words sank in like fire. “But if you fail… on the seventh day, I claim not only your soul, but you.”

I slid my fingers down, slicking them in my own wetness, and began to slowly caress my cl*t right in front of his eyes. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Father," I groaned, arching my back and shuddering as my thumb circled my cl*t. "And I'm all yours. I'm your little sinner, and this p*ssy is the altar you need to worship today. Come on, Father. Give in to the temptation. Put your holy tongue right here and clean me up." He let out a tortured breath, his knees visibly trembling. He looked trapped between heaven and hell, his eyes pinned to my fingers sliding over my soaking cl*t.

“‘Everyone comes naked from their mother’s womb.’ That phrase is straight out of the Bible, Hilary. When people—even you and me—came into this world, we were immaculate and uninhibited. But as mere human beings, we are also weak and curious. These things are etched in our nature. And the moment we enter this worldly realm, we give in to the false trappings and disassociate ourselves from our original essence. We sin. There are thousands and thousands of ways that we sin, but the most destructive and root of it all that impedes us from our spiritual progress are the seven deadly ones.” He groped her right breast with his right hand. She yelped a cry. “You have really nice breasts. I bet a lot

By the deity, his chocolate-colored curls were enough for me to grip while I rode his face till dawn. He smirked at me. I stopped breathing for a moment. My sisters had warned me of these new immortal-like beings that were ravaging the dimensions. They were devils in disguise. Wolves in sheeps’ clothing. They were lethal and manipulative, and would do whatever it took to have everyone kissing their feet. There was no way to tell my sisters how right they truly were. Now, I was stuck with them. I would have to navigate a way out and home. I would seek revenge on every last one involved in my capture, auction and murder of my siblings. There would be blood shed. Carnage.

"For f***'s sake, I said slap her back! No one comes into my house and treats my wife badly!" He stepped closer. "Oh, you wouldn't, right? Then I'll do it my way." He pulled out a gun and placed it against Amanda's head. "Slap her back… or I pull the trigger." Amanda started shaking. So did Sofia. Adrian stood frozen. He knew exactly what his brother was capable of. He wouldn't dare defy him. He looked terrified that Alessandro might actually kill his lover. "Piccola," Alessandro said coldly, "I will count to three. If you haven't returned the slap… I pull the trigger."

"Tell me what a dirty girl you are." "I'm dirty," I sobbed, the pleasure building in my belly, a tight coil winding tighter and tighter. "I'm a sinner, I want it." "You love it," he corrected, pounding into me harder, faster. "You love having a mafia lord wreck your pussy, you love betraying your little boyfriend." "Yes!" I screamed, tossing my head from side to side. "Yes, I love it!" He leaned down, his mouth finding my breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth violently while he continued to hammer into me. The sensation was overwhelming. Too much and still not enough.

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

“You said that to piss me off, didn’t you?” “I want your attention. I demand it. So yeah. What do you have to say about that? What if I am falling in love with you? What will you do?” “Then I will get that love out of your system because it shouldn’t be happening. Not to the future luna of our pack. Demons don’t fall in love, darling. It’s either lust or…” I let her go and looked at Xanthea through the monitor “…greed. In the mortal world, love might not be one of the seven deadly sins, but in this hell, it’s the only sin. The only curse that can kill. The only disease that has no cure. So, don’t let it infect you.”