Seven Deadly Sins Next Generation Novels & Stories

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.

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor. I may be biased, but I always believed Gluttony to be the best room out of the seven, next to Lust and Greed, who almost entertained the same amount of guests as Gluttony did. It was funny watching all the clueless souls walk around the club damning themselves even further and making deals with without realizing the actual weight those deals held over them.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

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.

Of course, the little girl was in no danger but what better way to get him mad than to threaten his child. "Get out! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!" I simply nodded, a grim smile touching my lips. ''See you around, Tommy boy" I turned and walked out, leaving him fuming. The moment I stepped out of the building, the composed Tristan Walker, the intellectual professor of Heldon vanished. The old Tristan, the one who navigated shadows and understood the need for brutality and the demons of the city rose to the surface. It was a side that I had buried until one of mine had been touched.

I grabbed the gun on his desk, playing with it a little, before I held it at him “You held a gun at my wife today.” His men were alert as they did the same, holding guns at me. Gabriella moved away from the scene, but not Tazio, who looked at the gun in my hand. I knew what was in his fucking mind. “Don't you dare,” I whispered back at him. “Kill this motherfucker. I can handle this shitty men of his,” Tazio whispered through gritted teeth, and Father burst into a loud, throaty laugh. Every demon possessing us now was born out of him. From the horns on his head to the claws and fangs, the Bellucci brothers inherited it from him.

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.

ENZO’s POV I watched her walk to the bathroom, naked, her body still marked from the passionate moment we just had, the slight limp in her step evidence of what I’d taken. Nina Nyx Santoro. Marco Santoro’s daughter. The daughter of the man who killed my mother, now thoroughly claimed, completely mine in the most primal way possible. I should feel victorious. Vindicated. This was the ultimate revenge, wasn’t it? Taking his daughter’s virginity, making her mine, destroying her innocence the way her father destroyed my family.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.