Seven Unforgivable Sins Novels & Stories

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

"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!"

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.

You'd even hurt your own brother! [If you're mentally ill, go get help! Stop hurting other people!] [The Watson heiress must be suffering from eight lifetimes of bad karma to have married you!] Phone calls from relatives on my mother's side came one after another. "Jason, how could you do this to Kyle? You've always been petty since you were young, and now you've become even more vicious!" "Just give Kyle some money as compensation and let this end." As I listened, I thought back to my childhood.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

"I'm not sympathizing with him! Uncle Kenny is constantly committing sins in my name. What should I do then?" "How will that affect you?" Siobhan asked, sitting upright. "Living people can commit sins, and so can the dead. When too many sins are committed, severe punishment awaits in death. Besides, he's now an escaped spirit. He'll suffer tremendously as punishment if he accumulates too many sins." "Is there anything you can do to solve this?" "I think so." "Such as?" "I don't know how to solve it without Uncle Ben's help. He's never told me about it. Uncle Ben is my only mentor, and I can't connect with the Eight. It has left me helpless in many ways."

— I’ll let you live, Volkov, — Caelith says — if you tell me how you found out she’s an umbra. Volkov lifts his chin, defiant. — You think you’re the only one who buys secrets from the enemy, Caelith? — All this time I kept wondering why you called her a ‘greater sin’… — he brushes his jaw with his thumb. — What could be more sinful than a Nephilim? Volkov pales beside me. The younger one falters, loosening his grip just enough for me to drag in a ragged breath. — The greater sin, — Caelith goes on, voice rising, — would be a double one, wouldn’t it? The child born of a woman who sold her blood and her body, and a man who vowed his life to God!

He felt ashamed for having not forgiven his brother although he had his reasons for doing so. Anger flared in the older's eyes and he was filled with an unquenchable thirst for revenge on those that had dared hurt his beloved little brother. They said no Sin in Sincity and yet the evilest of sins are committed every single day, while they filled their hearts with fear as they wrongfully punish the innocent, whereas the most wicked run free and are respected and seen as the most righteous.