Sinful Discord Novels & Stories

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.

“You looked so beautiful.” I want to say I know but I want him to answer my question first. I want to know his reason first. I am a sinner and I can’t admit that to him. I am not what he thinks I am. I am not the woman he liked because I am hiding something inside me that I know will break what we have right now. This is just a fucking three months mission! “Answer me, Peter.”

“Just fuck me already.” Rowan gave him what he asked for. Hard thrusts shook the table. Cassian stroked himself and came first. Rowan filled him again. The pattern repeated through the following weeks. Hate sex became their secret. Each encounter left them sore and satisfied. But the rivalry never stopped. They still argued in meetings. They still fought for top sales numbers. The hate remained. The sex only made it hotter. Cassian lay in bed one night thinking about it. His ass still felt the ghost of Rowan’s cock. He stroked himself slowly to the memory. The mistake had opened something new between them. Neither wanted to admit it. But both kept coming back for more.

This was a sacrifice, a necessary evil, a lie I had to live to get my vengeance. Ethan groaned as he thrust faster, his hips were like a powerful, frantic motion. The sounds of skin colliding was making it sound so pleasurable as I moaned, biting his shirt. The sound was not of a woman in love, but of a beast in a cage. He moaned so loud as he dug his fingers in my ass as he thrust so fast. The pain, the pleasure, the hatred, it was all a frantic, beautiful, and terrifying mix.

"Seeing the CEO destroy his assistant's cunt. You'd be fired. I'd be crucified." The taboo terror-lust surged in, imagined cameras possibly playing, a late-night guard glancing up. I ground back, fucking his hand. "Ruin me... please..." He laughed darkly, withdrawing to slap my pussy, and my clit was throbbing from abuse. "Beg louder, Elena. Beg your boss to break you." "Please, Mr. Blackwood... wreck my pussy. Make me cum screaming."

He sat there far too calm, watching Lilith with quiet interest, like he was waiting for the bomb to drop. “Suck Jake’s dick for four minutes,” Lilith said, her smirk sharp and unapologetic. My heart lurched. What? No. There was no way. “Lilith—” Jake started, his voice low, uncertain, but she cut him off without looking at him. “She has to,” Lilith said calmly, her eyes locking onto mine. “Right, Ruth?” “No.” I shook my head, heat flooding my face. “I can’t.” “Lilith’s right,” Mark said calmly, one arm slipping around her as if this were nothing more than a joke. “Where’s the fun if we don’t get a little nasty?”

“Moan for me, Cum on my dick.” Flesh slapping flesh, Sloppy— loud bouncing of the walls, with every thrust my back hit the mirror causing it to shake with our violent dance. Sweat beads formed on my forehead, Stray strands of hair sticking to my head. Every muscle in my body cleanched, Bouncing up and down ass he slammed again— Faster, Sharper. That swear I felt him shift my womb, I clung into him tighter fearing I might die if I let go. “Hmmmm.... Ah.” I moaned again, synching with his grunts. “I am going to cum, Rowan.”

He stared at it for a long time, feeling something dark curl through him, rooting itself deep. This fight wasn't about just the city. It was about revenge. It was about the past; neither of them had escaped from. And above all.. It was about proving he wasn't the weak brother anymore. "I'll show you," Darkling whispered to the empty room. His voice was deadly. "I'll show all of you." His eyes—the same dark eyes Mariselle used to call beautiful before everything fell apart—shifted into something monstrous.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.