Sin Of Envy Novels & Stories

But when Ace says it, I know it’s a promise he is willing to keep. Ace is the devil in disguise, a walking sin, and I will gladly follow him into the fire.

“Why? Afraid you’ll break?” “You’re the one who should be afraid,” I said. “Because I don’t react well when I am provoked.” “I wasn’t provoking you,” she said, voice trembling just slightly. Liar. “You let him touch you,” I spat. “I didn’t stop him.” I breathed in once, sharp and dangerous. “You did it for attention.” “Maybe.” “Whose attention?” Her throat moved as she swallowed. “You already know,” she whispered. God help me. I felt something inside me snap again, but this time it wasn’t anger. It was something darker. Heavier. Hungrier.

“You knew she hated you.” “I knew she envied me,” I said. “I underestimated how far that envy would go.” He folded his arms. “What do we do?” I stared at the marked compound. “We bleed her. Like she plans to bleed us.” He raised a brow. “How?” I pointed at the Florence shipment route. “We intercept her crates. Hit her supply line. Cut off her fuel. She can’t run a war without weapons.” Dante’s gaze sharpened. “That’s a death sentence if we’re caught.”

Even now that I regret not killing her I still couldn't bring myself to kill her, I couldn't help but sigh. "I can't believe you can be so heartless to kill my brothers" The handsome Vlad stood in front of me and glowered, I didn't even know when he came in. I looked at his face and realized his eyes were red from tears, 'No wonder he had the nerve to glower at me "And so? Do you know them?" he wanted to answer. "Do they know you?" I followed up with another question and he became quiet but even so I could still feel his anger. "Just leave here. You don't even know about the people you are crying for and you are here mourning them. Listen now son, what is happening to you is the settings the

Her eyes blazed with fury and overwhelming disgust as she watched Jonathan Collyns—a proud man who could buy New York with his wealth—now kneeling and crying desperately just to beg forgiveness from a woman. "Damn it! Why are you begging that barren woman so desperately, Juna?!" Seraphina cursed under her breath, breathing heavily as jealousy burned inside her chest. "What's so special about her? She's defective! She's not perfect! Why have you never looked at me with that pleading expression, huh?!" Seraphina stomped her foot in frustration and turned her face away for a moment, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart that was growing darker with the poison of envy.

It was a sensory palace built of silk and skin, designed to keep me from ever looking at the door. ​But as I reached the peak—as the climax began to roar through my veins like a freight train out of control—the darkness in my mind finally fractured. ​The white-hot explosion of the finish should have been the end. But in the white-hot center of that fire, the "Good Sin" turned to bitter ash in my mouth. I saw the flash again. Not the gold silk of the villa, but the vanilla-scented steam of a small, cramped shower. I felt the weight of a woman who didn't need a brother to watch her, a woman who didn't want a "three-fold bond," but a soul-deep, exclusive connection that made this three-way danc

“That must have been very hard on you.” “It wasn’t. I hated that woman with everything I had. I hated that she wasn’t the mother all of my friends had. They all got perfectly nice and sweet mothers, but I got the one who beat and abused me. It caused me to become a very hateful child. And I hated that she was only like that behind closed doors. Because to the public, she was perfect, but to us, she was a monster.”

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

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.“