Sin Of Envy Novels & Stories

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

I explained. "Who?" he asked, peering at me. Damian turned in his seat, facing his body in my direction. He was close enough for me to see how thick his eyelashes were and how dark his eyes were. I nearly frowned in jealousy. He was handsome, effortlessly so. Dimples, full lips-tattooed skin. He was the base of all erotic fantasies, mine included. "A friend, but something came up and she cancelled on me," I said and knowing Silvana, I had no doubt that it was an emergency.

It was a complex emotion, born out of a strange paradox—envy towards a woman I had never met, a woman who existed only in the facade I wore. With each passing interaction, I couldn't help but notice the tenderness in Sebastian's eyes, and the gentleness of his touch, all directed towards Natalia, the character I played. It was a bitter reminder that the version of me he saw was not the real Sydney, but an illusion crafted to fulfill a role. The envy gnawed at my insides, a twinge of longing for the affection bestowed upon Natalia.

He continued reading for a while after I entered and only looked up when he had marked the place he had stopped. “Damian,” he said simply as he leaned back on his seat, acknowledging my presence. “Selene is not right for me. She's just,” I began. “You're wasting your time,” he snapped. “This is about your feelings, no one cares about that.” “I can't commit my life to someone that has no value to me. And that's what you're trying to make me do,” I protested. “I don’t want to live a lie.” “You’re already living a lie,” he replied without missing a beat. “You’re living a lie pretending that you have a choice.”

His words carried the heaviness of a promise that was firm and strong. I knew he would protect me from everyone but what about me? What I am planning and going to do with him, would it be worth betraying him? I was again getting confused with my heart and brain. My brain is telling me to do what Ethan told me but my heart simply has another plan for it. “Let’s go inside the home,” The devil whispered, and in a blink, I was in the air flying embraced protectively in his arms. I turned my head and gestured to Oliver to get out, he nodded his head and then got out from the basement. I sighed in the devil’s arms, the guilt and grief consuming my heart bit by bit and making it as heavy as a rock.

But I let that version of me die the day I let jealousy rule me. The truth is… I was afraid. Afraid that if I let go of my envy, I would have nothing left. Envy gave me purpose. It was the only fire that kept me alive when love grew cold. But now that fire has burned me down to ashes. I wonder if the goddess still listens to a heart like mine. If she does, then hear me now, Moon Mother — I am sorry. Sorry for hating a woman who did nothing but shine. Sorry for hurting her child, for turning my own daughter into a vessel of cruelty. Sorry for teaching her to sneer when she should have smiled, to fight when she should have loved.

"Don't forget Dylan, I may not be able to reject you, but I can definitely send you to the hospital in a coma. Stay away, I already have the help I need, someone I looked to for help." Sin POV I know I'm not one of the calmest wolves out there, but this woman is testing every drop of patience in me. I don't call myself Sin for nothing, the first moment I knew how she behaved anger consumed me, but then I can't deny that when I saw her in other people's arms it turned me on too, lust is also a sin. So at the same time that I want to rip their hearts out, I also want to get involved and make them scream my name in pleasure.

"I can be glad she's being held accountable and still grieve who I thought she was. Those can both be true." "They can absolutely both be true," Dr. Voss said. "That's actually the most sophisticated emotional position available to you right now." "It doesn't feel sophisticated. It feels like losing something twice — once when she betrayed me and again now." "Yes," Dr. Voss said. "That's what it is." She let it settle. "And how are you with Ethan?" Mia was quiet for a moment.

The tip already felt sensitive in the open air. Seraph stood over him in her tight black dress. The material clung to her full breasts and curved hips. She slowly ran her fingers down his chest. Her fingertips started at his collarbone and moved lower. They traced over his nipples. The light touch made them harden instantly. She dragged her nails gently across his ribs. His skin tingled everywhere she touched. She continued down over his stomach. The muscles there tightened under her hand. His cock twitched visibly as her fingers got closer. She could already see how hard he was. The veins along his shaft stood out. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip.

He smirked before opening the baby oil, pouring a slick amount onto my stomach and pussy. Just as the oil made contact with my skin, I felt a shiver run through my spine and a knotted guilt formed in my chest as I recalled how bad what I was about to do seemed. The oil was warm, but the guilt burned hotter. “Besides, I have a boyfriend at home.” I mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me.