Seven Deadly Sins Gloxinia Novels & Stories

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

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 woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Then he stormed out, slamming the door behind him so hard the frame rattled. Outside the bedroom, Zayren’s hands trembled as he grabbed a full bottle of wine. He didn’t bother with a glass this time. He just twisted it open and brought it straight to his lips. He drank deep. Trying to drown the image of her face. Of her undressing in front of him. Of her voice telling him that it disgusted her to have his touch on her skin. That he made her sick. That his mouth, his presence, his desire... meant nothing but shame and filth to her.

~~~~ Lucien's POV My gaze flicked to the entrance for no reason. I was with so many people, yet I felt lonely in the vast ballroom that was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the suffocating weight of expectations. I stood there with a glass of vintage scotch in my hand that I hadn't even tasted, watching the elite of the city circle each other like sharks. I couldn't forget Cynthia. I could see that behind her those beautiful eyes she was simmering a plot. She was never fond of this kind of party. She never attended them even with her father.

Calm bright morning, sky scattered with birds, cool weather and the greenery in front don't seem to cheer the lot. The whole Samrat Kingdom is solemn at the loss of a great man, Ozrain Samrat. His coffin is made out of rosewood and the top cover made out of glass is now filled with roses–a token of love from his loyal pack members. An ocean of black has flooded the Samrat's cemetery. His coffin lowered bit by bit into the pre-dug hole, making Selena sob even more into Zaden's chest as Zaden caressed the back of her head with his thumb, attempting to calm her down.

Therefore, I had no right to complain about the outcome. This, however, was a divine delicacy. I could perceive it from the door, but when it got closer, I could perceive something else. Foxglove. It’s a plant that grows ornamentally, and sometimes, could grow as a weed. If ingested by a werewolf…or really anyone with a humanoid heart, the consequences could be fatal. I took the bowl from her and looked her dead in the eye. She avoided the contact at all costs…indicating guilt.

he laughed, agreeing with me. “Are you trying to tease me” “Why wouldn't I” he replied as he grabbed my hands “Come on I will show you around the greenhouse” He took me to a particular section in the green house, there was a green plant with yellow spots on it” “This is a death replica” he took a leaf from the branch, “unlike the rest, it's not really deadly” “And it's called death replica,” I asked with raised brows, “if I were asked to pick between the foxglove and the death replica, with the looks I would pick the foxglove the death replica looks like it could kill you in a minute”