Sinful Poems Novels & Stories

December 1st arrived cloaked in gray skies and a bitter wind that blew through the heart of the city like a warning. At the top floor of the Blackwell Penthouse, plans were unfolding with clockwork precision. The masquerade ball, what had once been an idea turned tradition whispered in the shadow of grief by Blackwell Senior, was now a weapon, a statement, a performance designed to draw out enemies hiding behind titles and veils.

Not for anyone. But that is my punishment. My burden alone for doing the unthinkable. For crossing a line that should never have been touched. For loving my brother. For wanting what I cannot have. The greatest sin of all. The fire gutters low. Its light trembles like a failing heartbeat—fragile. Uncertain. Resin and scorched parchment hang in the air, a ghostly perfume that refuses to dissipate. Walls pulse with my ragged breathing—uneven. Shallow. A rhythm shattered.

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.

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

He slapped it once, just enough to make her moan. “You’re not done yet.” He sank back into her, deeper this time. Her moan caught in her throat. He fucked her with a rhythm that bordered on violent. His hand came to her throat again, pressing just enough to make her lightheaded. “You’re my sin,” he growled. “And I don’t want forgiveness.” “Then take me,” she begged. “Take all of me.” He fucked her through it. Through the guilt. Through the storm. Through every barrier left between them.

The Seven Sins are the most powerful demons, after Lucifer, to ever exist. Feared by all and wielding unbelievable power, they can wreak havoc without even meaning to. Hence, they mostly remain in their strongholds and barely ever step out to grace the outside world with their presence. They are Pride, Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth and Gluttony.

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. Pleasurable sounds escaped us as our

Not yet. Ask yourself, 'What is sin?' What answer would you come up with? Take a moment and really think about it. A scholar might say, 'It's the breach of divine law, a trespass against the will of Gods and Goddesses or fate'. The priests call it 'disobedience made manifest - An act that stains the soul and severs it from salvation'. To the world, sin is 'theft. Bloodshed. Lust unrestrained. Vengeance unrepentant. It is pride, it is cruelty, it is a fire that burns without remorse'.

Strong yet delicate, they span wide enough to cast a shadow over the little space we stood, it didn't flap yet but the air that came with the presence alone was cooling. And when I thought it was the end of Theodore as I picked the three poisons that flew off his hands, Draven broke the barrier by entering and crossing the poison line without having any sign of effects from his body. Its eyes burn with an inner fire, like two glittering gemstones that see right through to the soul. They sparkle with ancient wisdom, holding the secrets of the ages within their depths. “This is fucking impossible!” Theodore yelled and Draven opened its mouth to pour out flames of wind fire that almost blew me

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”