Seven Sins Rings Novels & Stories

Adorned in splendor, rich and proud— A golden crown her head endowed, Lapis necklace on her breast, Bracelets clasped with solemn zest, Twin rings gleamed with mystic might, Cuffs of gold on feet so light, And robes that shimmered starry skies— Each jewel a throne, each cloth a guise. Through seven gates she made her way, And at each one she had to pay. A gem removed, her power waned, Her godly might was slowly drained. Stripped bare, exposed, her glory gone,

Her forbidden beauty was enhanced by the gown's delicate lacework, which twisted and swirled like thorny vines. Expensive jewelry decorated her regal physique, giving the impression that she was impenetrable and untamed. A collar of black diamonds glistened menacingly around her swan-like neck, reflecting the moonlight with an eldritch glare. Delicate strands of pearls cascaded down like spilled tears, representing a lifetime of lost souls she had embraced in the darkness of night.Her fingers were decked with golden filigree rings set with blood-red rubies and onyx gemstones, each representing the lives she had extinguished in order to retain her immortal existence. The rings told stories of

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

The tension in my shoulders loosened just a fraction. “Good.” Behind me, the car door stayed closed. I pictured Amber inside, her fingers brushing over silk and lace, trying to decide which dress said “bride” instead of “just-fucked-in-a-boutique.” The image sent another pulse of heat straight to my cock. I forced a slow breath. I had kept those rings hidden here with the priest for three years. They weren’t just expensive. They were obscene. Each one cost enough to buy out a second-tier company’s entire share package without blinking.

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

(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.

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

“Unfortunately, the goddess mated me to a pup like you.” ‘Don’t say anything, Arie!’ ‘I’m only gonna let that one slide.’ “Tell me what I don’t know.” He rested back on the chair, tapping his fingers on the iron table. “Why don’t you tell me?” “Tell you what?” He took his eyes off me, stroking the temples of his sunglasses. Hmm, those were good strokes. “You don’t have to hide your eyes you know?” He grimaced and slipped the sunglasses on with a single finger. That was when I saw one of those black rings on him. It’s common knowledge that only members of the Storm family can hold the rings without being burnt. And only when you become family, will you be able to inherit one.

POV: Marcus | Day 3, Early Morning Marcus knelt in the chapel at dawn, and the weight of his son’s ring suspended on a chain beneath his robes, pressed against his heart like a constant accusation was the only thing keeping him tethered to sanity. The chapel was empty at this hour. Just Marcus, the icons lining the stone walls, and the specific silence that came from a man alone with the magnitude of his failures. He’d worn the ring for six years, ever since they’d hanged Matthias in the square, ever since Marcus had watched his only son choke at the end of a rope while the crowd cheered for the purification of the kingdom.

"I'm carrying your child, and you gave me a ring that someone else is also wearing? You really need to fix that." His smile faltered. "What did you just say?" She gestured toward Victoria with visible disgust. "That woman. The homewrecker. She was wearing the exact same ring." Lucas rushed forward and dropped to the ground beside Victoria, hands shaking as he reached for the ring on her mangled hands. Sophie scoffed. "Limited-edition? Please. She probably bought it with whatever shady cash she could scrape together. How embarrassing." Every word dripped with triumph.