Seven Deadly Sins Mael Novels & Stories

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

What I did not succeed at was making them angels. They are nothing like angels. And they are nothing like demons; they are worse. Greed smiles, unbothered by my anger. He has no fear. It seems as though he knows that I will not harm him. And that is the truth; I will not harm any of the seven, because if I do, I will in turn be hurting myself. The same way I resurrected November, that is the same way I created the seven deadly sins. I gave a part of me to create them. They are a part of me. They are sins. And I am Sin in the flesh.

‘Johnny Depp… in his 30’s’ Angel gulped. He was a fan. ‘This man would be popular with the ladies.. what with his good looks and voice..’ And the stranger's eyes. ‘Silver…’ Molten silver. Angel had never seen anything like it. It was magnetic. It could suck your soul in and get hypnotized into doing carnal things. The man was a living, breathing sin incarnate! He shook the cobwebs away from his mind. ‘Shut up Angel! Think of other things! Think of literally anything else!’

I waved back at him and then signaled him to stay where he is because first I need to get Ethan’s soul and then only I would be able to kill Gael. I turned and then walked to the mirror, I made a gesture with my hand that released power, and eventually, it opened. I looked at those bottles carefully, there were many and I was looking for one specific bottle. I tried to remember the words that Ethan had said to me in the basement. “THE DEVIL HAS CAPTURED MULTIPLE SOULS IN MANY OF THE SAME BOTTLES BUT HE KEEPS A MARK ON EACH SOUL.” The light popped up in my mind, “The mark…” and then I started looking for a black mark on the bottles. After looking for a while carefully, finally I found one.

At present, it only caused him nothing short of concentrated anticipation. A fiendish smirk tugs at his lips. He slinks further within the shadows of a murky establishment. Out of sight from the lonesome rays of the full moon, dispensing through the broken windows and crevices. Dripping sounds from eroded pipes concealed the whispered sway of his movements. He sensed the clouds of destruction brewing, burdening his mind. Overwhelmed by darkened visions of spilled blood. He was loving every moment of the arriving tempest. Exultantly, he peers between the two other Molotov Mafia assassins at his side. Serge and his youngest uncle's son Yigor Molotov. Both were garbed in masks and robes of ebon

The thought terrified me and turned me on more than I wanted to admit. "Sure thing, brother," Nelson’s eyes glinted with dangerous excitement as he poured himself a glass of tequila, never breaking eye eye contact with me. "I'm just gonna sit back here, watch, and enjoy the show. Oh, and I'll make sure to record this interesting little movie for us to watch later." My face went pale. What the hell is he up to? The idea of them having video of me like this made my stomach flip, but my pussy clenched at the same time. Fuck… why does that turn me on?

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

Then, Mae jerked violently, her whole body lurching forward with a scream caught halfway between breath and terror. “No, no, no, stop!” Her voice echoed across the open stone of the overlook. Her eyes were wide, wild, filled with something deeper than fear, something primal. Riven sat up in an instant, hand grabbing her shoulder, grounding her. “Mae. Mae! Hey! It’s me. You’re okay. You’re safe.” She was trembling. Shaking. Breath hitched, body hunched forward, like she was trying to crawl out of her own skin. “I. I saw it.” she gasped. “I did it. I killed you, I killed everyone, I burned everything, Ashar, you, me.” “Mae”

Ha ha! "You...you are...not good. You broke up with me. I hate you!" I say so he thinks that I am dreaming and cursing Darin but that is not the case. Devin, a.k.a, devil will be the one whom I will ever curse to die and rot in hell.

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.