Seven Deadly Sins Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

“This is the world and the book that those seven originals are imprisoned. Am I right, Carlos?” Winona then deduces, asking Carlos for confirmation with the tone of her voice that’s wanting only a positive response. “The seven originals?” Carlos teases, and a bit dragging the fact that Winona knew all too well by now that it was the truth. “Right,” Winona replies and quickly confirms his words. “The seven deadly sins.” Drawing a sinister smile to confirm her words. Carlos then giggles, amused by the fact that Winona is getting the hang of this little charade that they are been doing.

The apartment felt like it was holding its breath. Severino was gone before the first hint of gray light touched the Parisian rooftops, leaving behind nothing but the scent of salt and the frantic, lingering heat of his skin. I stood in the shower for twenty minutes, the water scalding, trying to scrub the feeling of being "owned" off my body. But Seven’s marks weren’t just on the surface; they were etched into my marrow.

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

************** The evening was shrouded in dark lights as Marco and his goons approached Santiago's house. As they entered the house, Marco's eyes fell upon Santiago, a broken figure standing before him. The scent of fear clung to the air, mingling with the weight of desperation. The room was stifling, suffocated by the oppressive tension that hung in the air. Elena's father stood trembling before the imposing figure of Marco Moretti, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His voice wavered as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of his desperation. "P-please, Mr Marco," he stammered, "I beg you for mercy. I... I need more time to find the money. My family..."

From his pocket, he retrieved a white capsule and forced it into Don’s mouth. “Prepare yourself for an intense journey that will toy with your pulse, pushing you to the brink of death and then bringing you back, all the while making sure you don’t meet your demise until you learn of the tragic deaths of Anton, Nina, and Sebastian.” He turned to leave, the sound of the bat scraping against the floor echoing in the room. “Oh, don’t worry about Serena! The bitch will stay alive to bury all of you.” The godfather put in all his effort, but he couldn’t move an inch. “Have fun with your men until I arrive in hell!” With a wink, he confidently walked out of the room.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

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.

"You keep trying to save me, Zale, but you can't save me. This is who I am. You can't change me because I don't want to change. I love cocaine, it makes me feel good." "It'll kill you," I cut her off, wanting her to understand that this was a dark road and with the way she was carrying on right now, it would only be a matter of time, "is that what you want? To die? And leave nothing behind. Don't you want to live life to the fullest, Beauty? Don't you want to do silly things like go fucking sky diving or actually walk down the aisle? Don't you want to have children? Don't you want to actually live?"

Charles was not that man anymore, he probably never was, and if anything, the Dark King being a strange man was a far better option than Charles. She took in a deep breath and walked towards the door. As soon as she approached it, the doors opened of their own accord, as if sensing her. She looked up and saw the camera above the door, and her heart began to thump again. Did this man punish people for stalling? Would whoever was behind the camera report the fact that she had been there for over fifteen minutes, keeping the current most dangerous man in the underworld waiting? Sin looked into the hall and found that it was completely empty, save the groom, the best man and the priest at the fa