Novel & Cerita Seven Deadly Sins

By the deity, his chocolate-colored curls were enough for me to grip while I rode his face till dawn. He smirked at me. I stopped breathing for a moment. My sisters had warned me of these new immortal-like beings that were ravaging the dimensions. They were devils in disguise. Wolves in sheeps’ clothing. They were lethal and manipulative, and would do whatever it took to have everyone kissing their feet. There was no way to tell my sisters how right they truly were. Now, I was stuck with them. I would have to navigate a way out and home. I would seek revenge on every last one involved in my capture, auction and murder of my siblings. There would be blood shed. Carnage.

“Yes, that Joey Hamilton, who wrote The Emily Shade Mysteries. The massively successful series of mystery novels, beloved by children and adults. And I am proud of Joey, she’s my best friend and the non-romantic love of my life. But she published a New York Times number one bestseller novel when she was fourteen and it makes everything I do look a little pathetic.” “I hate him.” I muttered into my hands. “I feel like I have to open with that because it explains a lot. I not only chose a career that I think makes me a little desperate for approval and I’m not doing well, it’s slow to get started. So I’m very needy. Love me.” A woman let out a shrieking laugh behind me.

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

Envy. Spiders that formed from the darkest corners of the mind crawled into cool fingertips, to skitter beneath the tightly drawn flesh, rough and scarred from a world too cruel. A gleam danced in a pair of eyes that had become shaded with repressed emotions, dangerous and boiling. A kettle on the stove, steam rising to curl against the ceiling above, drowning the body in waves of angry heat.

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

Then Sophia brought out bottles of tequila and everything went south. Is that you, God? Ava groans beside me. Because I feel like I've died. She rolls over, looking somewhat disheveled but still gorgeous. Seriously? Can you kill me now? She groans. I'm never drinking again. She closes her eyes, curling up into the fetal position beside me.

“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 tho

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.