Seven Sins Rings Novels & Stories

“This is the artifact from Safani lent by Bulteo.” They gasped. “And…” Shadow raised her brow, her voice was sweet. All knew it was a trap. A sweet trap. Often, Shadow used that voice to obtain what she desired or found an amusement game. “May– may I?” “As you wish.” Shadow gave it to him. Julian opened the box. “Wow.” “Gasp.” “What are these sinister feelings?” “This scent…” Then, eyes shifted to Shadow. The ring contained a sinister power. It was extremely similar to Shadow and at the same time, it was not.

“I’ll see you tomorrow” And with that, He left the room. Admiring the ring , its tiny and hard price tag fell out and I instantly fell to my knees. What the hell? These zeros cannot be real, they can’t actually be real. Wearing a ring with seven zeros , I need water before I actually pass out. This doesn’t seem real. I’d have to sell six of me to try to get this ring myself. And I’m pretty sure Getting me all these will not even quake Hardy’s bank account a bit.

I tugged my strand behind my ear, “H—How many ranks are there?” She tilted her head to her left, “You are a smart girl, aren't you?” I knew I was and it was your notes of tone that basically told me, thank you. “…Yes, there are ranks. Three ranks in total for Red Catalogue; Silver, Golden and Platinum. And you are lucky to fall in the golden package category without work, your looks make you worth it already,” I wasn’t unaware that my looks could get me high jobs and finally here we were. The day had arrived. “I hope you won’t disappoint me at work,”

"The Black Diamond Gloris Nine ring. Special for you Mr Marvin Rock!" Everyone around here was stunned! The ring cost seven hundred thousand dollars and there were only ten in Gloriston. Marvin let out a long breath as he leaned back. He glanced to the left, at his wife. Gennifer had a very sour and sullen face. Since Ethelyne's arrival in this seat, Gennifer could only endure patiently from now on. He wanted to get angry but was afraid of saying the wrong thing. If she was like Viola or Jesslyn in front of him, he would have spewed out his anger long ago.

"I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people." "Innocent?" she screamed, the word ripping from her throat. She tried to lunge forward, the handcuffs clattering violently against the metal bed frame. "Nobody in that house is innocent! You all lived off the blood of people like my mother! You think your 'sorry' fixes it? It doesn't bring her back! It doesn't fix twenty-eight years of being a nobody in my own father’s house!"

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.

In the center of the floor, a massive circular seal had been etched into the concrete, glowing with a sickly, pulsating green light. My father stood at the edge of the seal, looking older and more pathetic than ever. Beside him stood Ligeia Valerii, her sea-foam hair whipping around her face as if she were underwater. "You’re late, Dante," Ligeia called out, her voice echoing with a hypnotic, melodic shimmer. "We’ve already begun the ritual. The Shadow-Heart is singing to us." "The only thing you'll hear tonight is the sound of your own screaming, Ligeia," Dante stepped into the light, his presence filling the warehouse.

Kaine was the only one who did not look surprised, and that bothered Mae more than it should have. “There are seven now,” Sethis said before anyone could ask. His voice was steady, but Mae could feel the strain beneath it. Lucien’s chains snapped into motion, tracing new patterns around the sphere as if his power could force the truth into shape. “There were six active stabilization signatures,” Lucien said. “A seventh cannot manifest without a new input.” Riven glanced toward Mae with careful worry, and even he knew better than to make a joke.

The band was on the thicker side with filigree around it. “What a beautiful necklace.” She thought to herself. Sergio noticed her pausing and turned his gaze toward the jewelry. “Do you know what that necklace is called?” He asked her. “No, I have never seen anything like this before.” She told him. “It’s a necklace from the ancient roman era that is rumored to be an offering at a goddess temple.” He told her. “The official name for this is ‘The Venusian Jewel’, a tribute to the goddess of love and beauty, Venus.” He explained.

My fingers were filled with the five rings I had worn before, and a necklace appeared in front of me, very different from the one I wore so much. The new necklace was a choker thick enough to hide the mark of the celestial rope that still stained my skin by the bruise, and just like my bracelets, it was made of leather and with small silver chains that slipped through my skin, forming the drawing of a triad with diamond stones a inch long around my seiös.