Romans & histoires Seven Deadly Sins Fanfic

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.”

Caleb asked. “Shortly after I returned home, this one appeared, and he couldn’t stop from groping me. I couldn’t get anything from him other than an extreme amount of lustful words. I couldn’t handle what he was saying, so I made it so he couldn’t speak.” Selene said as she waved her hand again, and the pink-eyed Zeke disappeared. “But how are there two Zeke’s?” Caleb asked. I was seriously starting to question Caleb’s intelligence. Even if I didn’t understand half of what was going on, I could understand that Selene was referencing that each Zeke was the embodiment of one of the seven deadly sins: Wrath and Lust.

“Small. Delicate. Like you.” “I’m not delicate.” “No?” Rev’s hand spread across her ribs, thumb brushing the underside of her breast through the fabric. “You’re shaking.” “That’s not fear.” Rev’s breath hitched. “What is it?” “You know what it is.” Rev leaned down, her mouth close to Cosima’s ear. “Tell me anyway.” “I want you to touch me.” “I am touching you.” “More. I want more.” **Chapter 4: After the Needle** Rev made a sound, half laugh, half groan. “You’re going to be the death of me.” She pulled back, professional again. “Let me prep you first.”

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

For over millennia, the seven pillars continued to fight the citizens of the Nether World. The seven pillars poured their entire emotions into eradicating the lawless Nether World so when the seven deadly sins formed a kingdom and hierarchy, strengthening the system of the malevolent world, the seven pillars shattered. For Apollo Sky, the angels were pretty scary and they were on par to the devils when it was on terms of sinister level since angels did not have the thing called guilt or personal desire which made him question himself? ‘Am I a defective angel? Did my father foresee it so he is being a huge pain in the ass for me?’ Thoughts like this ease his pain every time his father would d

SINNER’S PRAYER 3 EVE’S POV Three days. That’s how long I lasted without her after our night in the studio. Three agonizing days of stolen touches in my bed, whispering her name into the dark like a forbidden incantation, my fingers a poor substitute for her skilled hands and mouth. The bruises from her spanks faded to yellow, but the ache in my core only grew. I skipped mass on Sunday, unable to face the altar without imagining Lucia’s body as my new sacrament.

My head stung so much that I knew for sure it was bleeding. He bent to my level, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled it for me to look at him. "Lust is of the flesh. You desired another man other than me. You are disgusting" he said in a deadly tone. I shuddered, praying to heaven that I survived this. "I wasn't. He is just..." "Shut up!" he screamed in my face and I immediately kept shut. He grabbed me by the arm and started dragging me again.

There were some that even proclaimed; how weak the seven were that they choose to rule hand in hand, if it where them they would have ruled the underworld alone and unchallenged. But the funny part was that many of those hot blooded talents didn't even manage to live long as just as they shine for a moment they were either openly killed or assassinated by the veterans mafias that experienced the era of the seven sins as they are still fearful and making sure that another such era never appear again. They don't dare confront the seven brothers but it does not mean they can't take care of weaker threats before they could grow.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?