Sins Vanity Novels & Stories

With his abs and his pretty waistline that led to what I crave for the most. My breast were already pirky and hard just from staring at him. But rubbing my clit wasn’t enough so I shoved one finger in, grinding on it as I stared at him as if he could see me. See how he ruined me. I imagined him standing by the door. Watching. Enjoying how I tear myself apart for him. Obsessing over him. “Daddy, please. I want you inside of me.” I rasped breathless talking as if he could hear me.“I want you to make me your little slut. I want to to ruin me, Daddy.” I moaned shamelessly not caring how loud my voice might be.

Thank you for believing in my work. And thank you for making IRRESISTIBLE SIN something I will always look back on with pride and gratitude.

Vanessa said between hiccups. “Then what else could be the problem?” Ava asked, unable to understand her sister. “Ava, how could you bear to look at me after all what I did to you? I humiliated you, threatened you, and even tried to kill you. I can't even look at myself in the mirror. Look at the monster I've become.” “You're not a monster,” Ava cautioned. “Everyone makes mistakes, and you're not an exception,” she said softly. “I didn't make a mistake. I committed a crime. A sin. I should be killed.” Vanessa wailed.

– And he will gain part of that innocent person’s wishes. - Both will be taken to their kingdoms, both the person who was sacrificed and those who sacrificed them. - Said. - Why would a blessed soul practice sin? – Asked Lucifer. - For the greatest and oldest of sins. - Said the voice. - Greed is pride, avarice is gluttony, and pride is beyond lying. - Said the voice. Greed will be used. – We will give a wealth equal to the greed of the world. - Said. – If you win.

The implication was clear: Vivian had orchestrated the ‘accident’. A wave of shame, alien yet sharp, washed over Vivian. This body, this face, this title – they came pre-stained with cruelty she hadn't committed, yet was now responsible for. The path to ruin wasn't just ahead; she was already walking it. *I inherited her sins along with her face.*

“I said—cancel it.” Her reflection flickered in the tinted window. Gold shimmered, the feminine glamour dissolving like melted starlight until the glass revealed the truth beneath: a man, sharp-jawed, eyes gleaming molten gold, power thrumming beneath his skin. But nobody saw it. Greed. The Sin of Avarice had been hiding far too long. He exited the limousine, ignoring the calls behind him, and with a thought, vanished into a shimmer of golden dust.

While dead I was certain he wasn’t going to hurt me again. He wasn’t asleep anymore. He was on his feet, backing me with his phone in his ears. “I’d like to arrange a meeting with you and my wife” I stopped walking toward him as I listened. “I think she will be in for confession,” he said and I silently scoffed. It was no doubt he was speaking with the church's reverend father. He wanted me to confess my sins while he wallowed in his? Was this man even sane? He saw himself as all holy while he did evil things, yet I was the sinner.

Even at nineteen, I knew how beautiful I was and used my beauty as a weapon. But, oh how far the mighty have fallen. Vanity is a sin, and the scars on my face are my atonement. I know that I need to get over my self-loathing; no one mentions it, but I know they all think that. I’m sure most of them are happy that I ended up like this: ugly and unwanted. Well…all of them but one.

"But I assure you we are only humans, and contrary to what the church would have you believe, we are fallible, and will therefore, always fail." "We are blessed by Truth," he continued. "But let us not forget that we are also children of Ayla, bearing within us her gifts, as Truth fashioned us from her. It is from these gifts that we give rise to emotions, and it is these emotions that make us sin." He paused, his finger tapping against the top of his table. "So how do we help ourselves? It is simple. All sins are vanity born from our inability to truly understand Ayla's gifts, leading us to misuse them. However," he walked around to lean on his table, "everyone has their vices. And I tell t

Waylon said with a frown. Dante chuckled, “Baby, don’t believe that bullshit. If you want to put reincarnation into perspective, although the sins are not dead, it would be an inheritance through chance like, for instance; Wrath is the strongest, but none of his kids would inherit the sin of Wrath and maybe Grayson or Jasper’s child would or a rogue in the wild. One way you can identify a potential Sin is in the way they act. I am always lazy but sometimes there could be no sign. Our little bae might inherit Valentino’s sin of Envy, but he found us as a substitute for parents and is happy.” Waylon was so glad Dante was done talking. Shaking his head he said, “Honey talk to much.”