Sinful Names Novels & Stories

Maybe I was too nice. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. “Yes,” I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure. “Say my name.” “I can’t,” I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life. Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him.

Mutually and towards each other who had the same goal from the very beginning. “Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Satan and Belphegor.” Aira then name the seven princes of hell. “The original name of the sins, the representation of the hell itself. The princes and generals that this world and very book is corrupted upon and into its very core.”

And I cannot let that happen; this is the only place she and I can live together. My unbridled instincts has earned the wrath of God. And he is working endless to make sure I regret taking the decision to leave. But I will never regret it. My desire is raw; it cannot be quelled. And my lust will not cease. He too knows that. He saw what my future would turn into, hence, giving me the name Sin. Before Lucifer, he saw that I would be the first among angels to fall. He knew love was my downfall. And it all came to pass.

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

he said casually in a thick, low voice "I'm Maddox" Is it possible to get an orgasm from a voice, because if it is- I just had one. I never believed that a man's voice could affect me in this way. But I think that's exactly why- In front of me stood a real fucking man, who make me forget my fucking grammar. And why the hell do I find his name so fucking sexy? Maddox. It suits him. ''Please call me Alicent, you'll be spending a lot of time here keeping my daughter safe after all'' she smiled taking me by my arm causing him to turn his attention to me making me blush.

he said, and I think my eyes couldn't widen any more than they already were. "Haha... Blake the Wolf. That's not a joke..." "Call me Sin," he interrupted me. "What's that?" "It's my name. Instead of calling me 'Blake the Wolf', you can call me Sin," he said, making me nod. "Like I said, this isn't a joke..." "I'm serious. I want you, I need you in my life," he said, cutting me off again. "And your partner?" I asked, surprised by his blunt words. How could he say that? And Blake agreed with all this? I was sure he had taken over Blake's body by force to say that.

Normal. “Names,” I say. “They need names, before someone else names them.” Rowan tilts her head. “You, give.” Draven looks at Caiden. Caiden nods, once. “This one,” I touch the smaller bundle, a girl, “Lyana, for the mother I lost.” The baby blinks. “And him,” I touch the boy, “Geralt, so the name dies with honor instead of hate.” Caiden flinches. Then: “Good, make it mean something new.”

I wish Val was alive, at least we'd have been together, secluded together. The life I lived was a lonely one. It's not like I even had a choice. Ofcourse I had friends but they only knew Lana Michaels, the goofy,crazy Lana Micheals with a perfect life. They didn't know Lana Morelli, the one who had killed and stolen for survival, the black sheep of her family who was harbouring intense bitterness and anger toward them. Lana Morelli who hated that her life was pathetic, the daughter of a monster. Lana Morelli who had a tainted soul and the one who was going to kill her father.

And though the nights would be long, the silence unbearable, the ghosts of their love lingered—painful, beautiful, eternal. The empire remained unchallenged, Nicholas’s rule absolute, but his soul bore the imprint of Rafe’s love, a mark no power, no bullet, no betrayal could erase. The world would see a man who had everything, but inside, he carried the greatest loss: the man who had been his everything. And in that loss, in that devotion that burned hotter than any fire, Nicholas Rhodes truly understood the meaning of love, sin, and survival. Because Rafe had been his sin. His devotion. His heart. And Nicholas would never, could never, forget.