Sinful Soft Novels & Stories

"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.

“For we have sinned.” The blasphemy only made me wetter. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as he started thrusting harder. We moved together like we had been made for this. His cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. Every deep stroke made me moan louder. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed with our desperate gasps and whispered sins. He fucked me harder, pounding into me with raw need. The bed creaked beneath us. I was going to come again.

raw, unfiltered lust. 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession.' Her words hit me like a shot of whiskey, burning straight to my core. Sandra. The stripper from the seedy clubs down on 5th Avenue, the one who wrapped her sins in lace and leather, coming to me week after week like clockwork. At first, I thought it was genuine remorse, a soul seeking redemption amid the neon lights and grinding hips of her world. But as the months dragged on, her confessions turned into something else entirely, a slow, deliberate seduction that chipped away at the walls I'd built around my celibate heart.

I look up at her and she places one knee on the couch before swinging her other leg over my thighs and resting her other knee on the opposite side. Her hands rest on my neck and she smiles, a smile that has nothing innocent about it. A smile of an angel for a body of demon. Because that's what Sasha is. She is evil, forbidden, a forbidden fruit that I am addicted to. And I will go to hell with her. I remove my arms from the back of the couch and place my hands on his back. She looks at me, attentively, her eyes rest on my mouth and I step back when she tries to kiss me.

Chapter 1 Sophia's Pov. I walked into Saint Michael's Church that Sunday morning with my heart pounding and my pussy already tingling. My name is Sophia, and I had been coming here for months now, not for any spiritual awakening, but because the place dripped with forbidden temptation. The stained glass windows, the incense smoke curling in the air, the solemn hymns—it all made me think of sin, of bodies twisting in secret pleasure right under God's nose.

PROLOGUE Broke and desperate, 24-year-old Sienna gets an offer she should’ve walked away from— One month. One man. One filthy contract. No names. No public outings. No limits. All she has to do is say yes to him. Mr. Black. Older, richer, cruelly gorgeous, and controlling as sin. He wants her under him, owned in every way—bound by silk, paid in luxury, and fucked raw. What starts as a cold transaction becomes something darker and hungrier as his obsession takes root.

"The devil is here! He is mocking us! Satan has cursed my soul, and he’s doing it through her... because my daughter is a wretched sinner!" Father Edmund frowned slightly, gently easing my mother's hands off his arm. "Eleanor, calm yourself. Why would you say that to your daughter?" "Because she’s a prostitute!" my mother screamed, pointing a shaking finger at me. "She sells her body! She fucks men for a living, dragging our family's name straight into hell!" I felt the judgment of every holy statue in the room, but I wasn't about to stand there and let her humiliate me. I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over.

“Wearing rags to my office. No bra, I see. Your tits are practically spilling out of that cheap blouse. Are you trying to whore yourself out for a paycheck, Liliana?” “I… I couldn’t afford anything better,” I whispered. His fingers traced around my pantyhose,then it slipped higher cupping my ass cheek possessively. “Pathetic,” he hissed. Without warning, he slapped my ass hard. I gasped “Stay put.” Another slap came harder. The sound echoed in the luxurious office. “Please… Mr. Sinclair…” “Shut your mouth unless I tell you to open it.” His hand rubbed the sore spot, then slid between my thighs pressing against my panties. “Wet already? Disgusting. You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

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.

She flinched at my words and swallowed, coming closer, pushing her boobs almost to my face and I stared at her without flinching. “Try harder, I won't fuck you witch!” “Ugh! Why are you all so stiff?” She groaned and pulled her hair. “Try Draven, he's the most soft hardened person I know.” “I'll rather die!” She shrieked in horror and I turned to leave. “Wait! I can make Vladimir lose his powers in a blink and for a moment. That way, he won't have to seduce or have the time to think about your mate because he'll be so occupied.”