Sinful Discord Novels & Stories

Richard countered, "Harmony exists not in the absence of discord, but in the resolve to overcome it. Our choices will shape the destiny of the cosmos, and chaos will not prevail." With each step, the cosmic landscape became more treacherous, and the disruptor's malevolence intensified. The enigmatic figure whispered, "Choose with clarity, for the disruptor seeks to exploit the vulnerabilities of cosmic order. The fate of the unknown rests on the symphony you orchestrate." As the cosmic discord heightened, we faced a convergence of pathways, each leading to a different confrontation with the disruptor's illusions. Our choices now held the power to either quell the cosmic chaos or succumb to t

The moment she said ‘boss’, Sin finally turned to her with derision in his eyes. While she brightened up thinking that she had gotten through to him, he flattened his lips in irritation. “You’re not my boss,” he replied. “Sorry, I mean, you’re not our boss. In case you don’t remember, we joined up with the Einherjar years ago. We follow Freya’s orders, not yours.” “So what if you’re with them?” Eris retorted. “Didn’t mean you split from me! You’re still a Discordian! You’re flying Discordian ships, ledgers built with Discordian ducats! Everything you are is because of me!”

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

It says… DEAR, WILLOW CHARMAINE ARCHFIEND ON THE COUNCIL’S CALL FROM KINGDOMS UNDER THE RULE OF NITRAVILLE AND WHO ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE KING, HIS FUTURE, AND CHILDREN, YOU ARE BEING HELD IN EXILE FOR THE MURDER OF YOUR UNBORN CHILD. THE COUNCIL HAS RULED THAT YOU, AS KING MADDOX’S WIFE, IS PUTTING HIM IN GREAT DEBT; NOT MONEY-WISE, BUT FOR RUINING HIS FUTURE AS KING. DUE TO THE MURDER HAVING BEEN DONE OVER A FEW MONTHS AGO, THE COUNCIL HAS AGREED TO LET YOU OFF WITH A WARNING IF YOU DO THE FOLLOWING: BECOME PREGNANT WITHIN THE NEXT YEAR WITH THE KINGS CHILD AND GIVE BIRTH TO A HEALTHY BABY IN THE CORRESPONDING NINE MONTHS OF PROCREATION

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

"Stronger." "But still ours," Selena added. "With all its shadows." Victor nodded. "We're not saints, Selena. Never claimed to be." "No," she agreed. "But we're better together than apart. The darkness doesn't win when we face it together." Victor's lips found hers in a kiss that still made her knees weak after all this time. "To our sinful forever," he whispered against her mouth. Selena smiled. "And every dark and beautiful day of it."

I flinched at his tone, the sudden shift from his gruff kindness last night to this cold disdain catching me off guard. “Look, I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to make things harder for you. You know how I got drunk, some man kept on——“ “I don’t want to hear your excuses,” he snapped. His gaze, usually so intense and unreadable, was now filled with something sharper. Anger, maybe. Or frustration. “You’re reckless, Erica. You don’t think. You don’t care about the consequences. And somehow, it always ends up being someone else’s problem to clean up your mess.”

The scars of rebellion were still fresh, and the air hung heavy with uncertainty. "Let it be known that the actions taken against those who sowed the seeds of discord were not born out of a desire for vengeance, but rather from a solemn duty to uphold the principles that underpin the delicate fabric of civilized society. The sanctity of diplomatic missions, the pursuit of peace – these are ideals that transcend borders and affiliations."

Séverin could smell woodsmoke and metal and something underneath that was just Andor. “We should finish this,” Séverin said. “Yeah.” Neither of them moved. “I don’t actually think your work is just hitting metal,” Séverin said quietly. “I don’t think yours is just bending sticks.” “Then why do we do this?” “Do what?” “Fight. Compete. Act like we hate each other.” Andor’s eyes dropped to Séverin’s mouth. “Maybe because it’s easier than the alternative.” “What’s the alternative?” “This.”

“Giovanni told me your focus is slipping. You forget who you are, Ricardo?” “No, sir.” “You’re my son. The Falconeri name runs through your veins. You carry the weight of this family, the business, our future. There’s no space for weakness, or for… childish distractions.” I keep my expression blank, the way he taught me. But inside, my mind’s a storm. Childish distraction. If only he knew. He goes on about numbers, alliances, the next shipment. I hear words, not meaning. All I see is her—Aurora—when she whispered don’t and I stayed anyway.