Sinful Novels & Stories

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

Vikram Singh questioned her with confusion clearly lingered in his voice ignoring his question Erica starts singing “A tale I tell you of 8 sins First comes pride, you can try but can never hide Second comes greed, you can wish but can never be freed Third comes wrath, you can run but it follows your path Fourth comes envy, you can break but it still so friendly Fifth comes lust, you can hold but it will break your trust Sixth comes gluttony, you can attempt but it’s your destiny Seven comes sloth, you can watch till it makes you rot And now I tell you last and deadliest of them all

As the hours passed by, he was appreciating the absorption of words of wisdom into his way of thinking. He found himself reading and re-reading certain phrases. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12." Rye memorized the words until it felt imprinted on his heart and mind. "Then he adds: Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. Hebrews 10:17."

"Shinee, you're wrong. Does your past unnerve me, yes. But I'm not looking to change you or to hope you have other abilities. Trust me, I want nothing more than for you to be who you tell me you are, for you to be who you act like when you're with me." It couldn't be more true. As much as I would like to believe that the kindness Shinee has extended me recently is a part of his behavior, of his personality, I know better. He is a Sin, one who has lived a long time, and has made more mistakes than I could ever imagine. That I know for certain.

"That guy? He's about to realize what happens to people that cross me." "What are you going to do to him?" "I think you should be more worried about yourself, Evelyn. You're in no state to worry about someone else." "Julia! That man has a family!" Evelyn protested. "His son is just ten." "And that should bother me, why? I'd be doing his family a huge favor by getting rid of that excuse of a human being. Besides, it's all your fault This wouldn't have happened if he didn't agree to help you. That man has committed two unforgivable sins. First, The sin of ungratefulness. Out of the goodness of my beautiful heart, I lent him a huge sum to sponsor his gambling addiction and he was just going run

"She is a traitor's daughter after all." What kind of sin was that? Rayven had gone through all sins. He had cheated, lied, slandered, manipulated and oppressed people for his own benefits. His tongue was filthy, his hands were stained with blood, his heart darkened. He was the evil and monster people called him. They just didn't realize how right they were.

I ask, my voice a whisper, yet filled with a world of hurt. For a moment, she hesitates, and then, placing a hand over her chest, she confesses, “My kid has been sick… my youngest. For so many days now… and I thought it was God's punishment. Now when you told me what it did to you… I’m being punished.”

I'm a monster. Not necessarily a bad man, I go to church and pay my taxes, but I don't process emotions the way other people do. I don't feel guilt or remorse and in their absence, everything else seems to be amplified. If I get angry, I'm livid and if I'm in excited, I'm obsessed. Not exactly Shelley's Frankenstein but not human enough for most.

My eyes went to his face as he thrust in and out of me and I can't help but wonder how someone with such an angelic face would be so savage. Lucas asked for my submission and I shall not give it to him so easily, my deviance is the only thing I've got and I'm gonna make use of it till he breaks me, I ached my hips up, inviting him to ravage me. The desire I feel is sinful but I'm gonna enjoy it while it lasts. Taking one of my hands off the headboard, I dive it in between us to feel us. I am spread impossibly wide to fit him but I'm taking him, I rubbed my sensitive clit before wrapping my fingers around his cock to feel him as he thrust in and out of me. Plea

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.