Seven Deadly Sins Fanfic Novels & Stories

That was a more plausible explanation than he liked me at first sight. I felt as if a bucket of cold water was suddenly thrown on my shoulder. "You are quite artistic with your words, Alpha Redd but it would never sway me. How could you ever feel that way against someone who isn't your mate?" "Tasha. I don't believe that we should strictly love our mates." That was why the rumors that he fathered a lot of children were possibly true. Because of his strange principles among the werewolves. I yanked my hands away from him, afraid that Ali might see us or he might get weird ideas.

I nodded, moaning again around his cock, his grip on my hair became tighter and he came. Just like I was ordered, I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?”

I couldn’t tell… I couldn’t even bring myself to call Tasha and let her know that her plan had worked. I had snagged a Greek god and for the first time in a long while, I was too sexually satisfied that I craved more. But she was probably still high as fuck and fucking some guy from the club. I didn’t think calling her would be the right thing to do right now I leaned against my chair and let the idea of even calling her slip off my mind and just focused on Nate’s banging body and the weight and size of his golden dick.

“But more than that… you belong to me, Vivienne. The goddess showed you to me in visions. She wants you broken open and remade. By my hand.” I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into scarred skin as another orgasm built. “Then break me,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Something dark and satisfied flashed in his eyes. He fucked me harder then, still controlled, but with a new edge of hunger. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and spilled inside me, whispering ancient words against my neck like a benediction. The others followed — each one filling me in turn until their cum leaked down my thighs and pooled on the marble beneath me.

‘Definitely not Sebastian,’ she mused, her fingers trembling slightly as she couldn’t resist the urge to read on. Sometimes, I feel a dark weight on my soul, like a curse. Maybe I am being punished now for terrible sins I committed in a past life. No sooner is one fight over than another starts. What have I ever done to deserve such betrayal and abandonment from everyone? Am I meant to be alone?

I read. I scoffed because that was never going to happen. Sinclair’s only true love was Ash, she was the Luna of this pack and even if theirs wasn’t true love, he would never get involved with someone like me who literally killed his entire pack so many years ago. It wasn’t rocket science to believe that this wasn’t going to favor me and in that moment, I knew that it was better I stopped trying completely before I lost myself to something that wasn’t even mine to begin with.

But thankfully, I have the best makeup in my bag to get her glowing again. “He doesn’t deserve my tears.” “You can cry if you want. It’s absolutely normal.” Lila, her brother’s assistant and the last to enter our squad, tells her. She’s adorable, but also naive as fuck. Serena sends me daggers. “I’m not uncaring. I just…” letting out a heavy sigh. “You didn’t deserve any of this. And in all honesty, I don’t think Damon is lying in his bed crying over losing you.” “Ava, stop being a bitch.” Serena yells at me.

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

“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