Sin Of Greed Re Zero Novels & Stories

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Sera’s nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal as I continued moving inside her, slow and deep, refusing to stop even as Liora screamed. I kept my voice ice-cold. “No.” The line went silent for a beat. Then Liora exploded. “No? You’re risking billions, our future, everything we built… for some desperate girl you bought with a debt contract? Get rid of her tonight or I’ll leak the full contract. I’ll make sure every media outlet knows you’re keeping a paid whore in your penthouse while pretending to be with me.” Something dark and primal snapped inside me.

Dante rose from the chair, grabbed his own gun and slowly walked toward the trembling man. “Please forgive me. I swear to God I will never do it again. I’ll work to pay off what I have stolen. Please…” The man pleaded. Dante grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him in the eyes. “You know what I hate the most in the world?” He asked. The trembling man shook his head. “Traitors!” With that, Dante pointed his gun at the man. He was ready to pull the trigger before he suddenly retreated again. “You know what, we almost ten thousand euros because of him. We should get the money back first before getting rid of him.” Dante told Vincenzo and Pietro.

Beggar My humanity is next. I don't drop my gaze, and he doesn't drop his shocked one either. And then we are at a stare off and I'm sure I'm going to win this; I just know it. Zero's eyes become smaller the longer I hold. The one with the scar ticks as he lifts his finger to rub the scar. My stomach tightens at the hard glint he bestows upon me. “No,” He growls tersely, “I'm not fuckin’ going anywhere. You and I are happenin’.”

Leo’s POV The drive to our house was the most relaxing one I have had in a long time. My fingers tapped the steering wheel in rhythm with the low jazz playing from the speakers. I couldn’t stop smiling as I drove through every hill and sloppy ground. Zane’s signature on that contract was more than just a stamp–it was a rope he willingly tied around his own neck. His own greed had been used against him. The city blurred past, but all I could see was Zane’s face as he read through the contract. He didn’t even flinch at the idea that he could lose everything he had worked for with just one scandal. He was too greedy to see the trap. A man like him is too proud and arrogant to imagine he can fal

"Does that mean they’re in a basement somewhere, or are they already in the lake?" Enzo paused, a piece of silver cutlery halfway to his plate. He looked at me with a chillingly blank expression. "Does it matter? They sold their loyalty. In my world, that is the only sin that carries a death warrant." "I took your money, Enzo. Doesn't that make me a sinner too?" "You took it for a reason," he said, leaning forward. The heat of the candles seemed to intensify the intensity of his stare. "My men took Moretti’s silver because they were greedy. You took mine because you have a God complex. There’s a difference."

How I feel when I look at him is likely how everyone feels. "He's Lust,” Cian mutters drily. "How much of your personality is actually based off...You know that?" I shift uncomfortably on the couch, preparing myself for his answer. If he truly is the epitome of greed, then I should be terrified, although I’m aware that if he admits he is, it’s not going to change anything. "Enough of it that it becomes annoying,” he sighs, fiddling with the cuff of his shirt. “There is a lot we Sin’s can do, however, to separate ourselves from our true nature, though.”

“Listen up. Ace is going to take the lead on this one, so you better fall in line and listen to what he says. I trust he will get the job down, and if it comes down to having to use excessive force, he will have no problem getting his hands dirty. And neither will the rest of you. Is that clear?” The room echoes with agreement, and Enzo smiles as if pleased he can command all of us with little effort. He rolls his lips and nods slowly. “Okay, lots go over the plan then.” I drop my gaze to the watch strapped around my wrist, the same one Enzo bought me when I first joined the gang, accompanied by the Gambino signet ring on my finger. It’s a combination that reminds me of who I am—who I was al

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. “Damn, so you’re still a virgin,” said Kael, feeling his pen*s pinched inside her.

The original sin had been redeemed not by payment, but by the sheer volume of their existence. Dominic pulled back, his breath ragged, his somatic grafts pulsing with a permanent, deep indigo light. He looked down at Avery, his expression one of dark triumph and exhausted relief. He had protected his asset, his partner, and his world. "The Creditor is bankrupt, Avery," he whispered, his voice a low-frequency vibration of profound grace. "It couldn't calculate the value of the void. It didn't know that the debt was just the fuel we used to build the fire."