Sin Vs Virtue Novels & Stories

Cyra looked at him and pecked his lips. “We will,” she repeated, making him grin. Cyra placed her palm over the top of his, and they both continued to feel that life, which had now started breathing inside her, unaware that….. This innocent life of theirs was going to be so ferocious that even the sinners would kneel before him in submission, except for a virtuous allure, which was going to be wrapped in a barbaric sin. An alluring sin, which the devil was going to hate, ruin…..and love.

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

He started walking toward me, his steps slow, deliberate, like a predator cornering its prey. ​I should have stepped back. I should have crossed my arms defensively. But I was entirely paralyzed by the raw, undisguised hunger burning in his eyes. ​He stopped right in front of me. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. He reached out, his long fingers hooking under the oversized collar of his shirt, resting his knuckles against the pulse pounding frantically in my neck. ​"You look entirely too good in my clothes," he murmured, his voice a dark, sinful rumble that sent a violent shockwave straight down my spine. "It makes me want to do terrible things to you, Seren

“You should have killed her when you had the chance.” Damien felt the memory like a blow. He had not planned to spare her. He had hesitated. Something had slipped through that evening. A flicker in his chest he could not name. Mercy, maybe. Or a human thought he had never allowed himself. It had cost him. It had cost him everything. “You think you have mercy,” Mr. Voss said. “You call it a weakness. Do you think I am weak? There is no mercy in my world. There is leverage, transactions, and finality. You forgot that. You forgot your place.”