Romans & histoires Sin Of Greed Re Zero

Kael brought his mouth closer to the woman’s pleasure hole and thrust his tongue inside, making the cashier even less able to control her moans. Pure lubricating fluid flowed from the cashier’s opening, soaking the mat they were using as a bed for their lovemaking. “Any sin, Mr. Alpha. As long as it makes the Moon Goddess angry with you, I can take you back to a time when your Eira was still alive.” The recording of the Seraphim Goddess’s words replayed in Kael’s mind until, without hesitation, he roughly thrust his penis into the cashier’s pleasure hole. “AKH!” she screamed in pain.

It was a brand new day on the trading floor, but the atmosphere inside the executive suite felt less like the start of a business week and more like the pristine silence of a freshly cleared battlefield. Jade Sinclair stood behind her auxiliary desk, her movements fluid and utterly deliberate as she organized the morning’s physical briefs. Her charcoal-grey blazer was back on, the fabric sharp and entirely free of creases, her black silk shirt buttoned tightly to her throat. She had not slept, nor had she allowed a single line of fatigue to mar the pale, untouchable iron of her jawline. Her dark hair was fixed into its signature flawless knot, exposing the cold, calculating focus in her pier

No wonder I had given up entirely and walked away. He could not bring himself to go home. He was afraid that the moment he stepped inside, he would see me on that stretcher again, covered in blood. Every corner of that house was soaked in guilt. He sat alone at a bar and drank until he could not see straight. Meanwhile, I had landed overseas with my son Adam and immediately contacted a lawyer. I transferred the shares that Jasper's grandfather had left in trust to my own name and hired a nanny and a nutritionist for Adam.

Just then the person who had been knocking opened the door and got inside the room with a frown on his face but Wrath ignored him as he laid Serefina on the couch. The man had same golden eyes like him, black hair. He was tall and lean in physique with an annoying smile on his face. He was Mammon, the second deadly sin of greed. “ Wait ? You killed her already ” Mammon said when his eyes landed on Serefina but Wrath ignored him. “ Come on, did you finally kill her ” “ Can't you see she's still breathing or are you blind ” Wrath glared at him. “ Whoa, calm down I'm the one who is suppose to be mad at you cause I have been knocking on the door and you refused to open it ”

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

Outside, city lights twinkled like stars against the night sky's dark canvas. A man reclined in the chair, dressed impeccably in a dark green seven-star uniform, exuding timeless elegance. His posture was relaxed yet poised, one leg crossed casually over the other, revealing polished military boots that gleamed in the ambient light. The fabric of his suit caught the light with a subtle sheen, accentuating his lean physique and quiet charisma. This man was Alexander Ariston. Over the years, he had grown colder and more dangerous, his mere presence suffocating to those around him. There were few humans on Earth bold enough to cross paths with him.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

Greed drove him, imagining the juicy loot that awaited him, which he could squander in the most luxurious casinos at will. As they walked to the registration center, Sara, with firmness and determination, warned her captors that she would not allow them to take a single penny from the trust intended for her son. Bravely, she confronted Roberto, who, hiding a gun in plain sight, was coercing her to register her little boy. Greed, unleashing Roberto's irrationality, and dangerousness, threatened to trigger a confrontation.

“Not even close.” I turn to him, meet his eyes fully now. “I can live knowing everything they own was built on what they stole from me. Greed is a sin I can forgive.” “And what sin isn’t?” he asks. In this light, his eyes look like a coming storm. Not wild. Not chaotic. Controlled. Waiting. My pulse doesn’t spike with nerves. It fills with something older. Meaner. The thing that keeps me awake at night and sharpens my thoughts instead of dulling them.

“You tried to smuggle weapons into my territory. You bribed my men to turn a blind eye. And worst of all, you spoke my name like it meant nothing.” He tilted his head, studying Sinclair like a predator deciding where to strike. “You’re breathing right now because I wanted to hear what excuse you’d give me. But there’s no excuse that wipes away betrayal.” Sinclair’s men raised their guns, but in seconds, Hardik fired—two shots dropped them to the ground. Hardik turned to Sinclair, his gun steady. “Your men die first. You? We’ll take our time.” Sinclair stumbled back, his voice shaking. “I… I can pay more. One hundred crores. Two hundred. Whatever you want.”