Sins Vanity Novels & Stories

After a disbelieving beat ticked by, I allowed my gaze to travel to the lazy bastard, who lounged in his chair and, I knew fromexperience, had full use of both of his hands. “Sloth is a sin,” I said, my gaze narrowed. “So is pride,” he returned. “In fact, it’s believed to be the deadliest of themall.” Ugh. Now I had to serve him, or I was the greater sinner. I hated whoever took the time to teach this man the Bible. I dropped my fork and forced a smile. “Tea or water, D’yavol?” Elbow resting on the armof his chair, he ran a thumb across his jaw like he was thinking about it. Ahint of pleasure sparkled in his eyes at the demeaning situation he’d put me in.

"Seriously, Maez? What happens to your husband's big G that you still need to use this?" Maezy smiled and held Ara's chin. "My dear, sex is an art. Wealthy men get bored with vanilla girls. So, as a wife, you should not lose yourself to a mistress who uses all tricks to seduce a man." Damn it, what does she mean by vanilla girls? Goosebumps spread all over me as I listened to them. My mind couldn't grasp yet the full essence of being a married woman that Maezy was talking about. Ara stared at her without blinking, encouraging Maezy to proceed to her demonstration.

Damien Voss. Even seated, he dominated the room. Tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders that filled his impeccably tailored black suit. Midnight hair swept back from a sharp, aristocratic face. A faint scar cut through one dark eyebrow, and his steel-gray eyes held the cold calculation of a man who had ordered deaths before breakfast and never lost sleep over it. At thirty-four, he ruled the Voss Syndicate with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. Ruthless in business. Merciless to enemies. Legend said he never raised his voice — he didn’t need to.

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

"Y... You're my step brother, I can't do that." "Fine then. I can't wait to tell Mum and Dad." I turn to leave, but she grabbed my arm before I could reach the door. "I.. I'll do it. I'll get on my knees for you." She whispered softly, before sinking down onto the cold bathroom tiles. I almost groaned out loud at the sight of her on her knees for me. I’d been craving fucking that pretty little mouth for so long, but I’d held back because I thought she was innocent. Turns out my corrupted little stepsister had been a filthy pornstar this whole time, and now I was finally going to use her.

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV *** The betrayal tastes like champagne—effervescent, intoxicating, with a sharp bite at the end. Vanessa stands at the podium, poised and ruthless. The cameras flash wildly, the press clinging to her every word as she peels back the layers of Damian Sinclair for the world to see. “Mr. Sinclair has carefully crafted an image of power, of financial brilliance,” she says, her voice smooth, controlled. “But beneath that façade? A man drowning in debts so severe they could sink every business he’s touched.”

I shivered visibly, my thighs pressing together as my clit throbbed with insistent need. “I have,” I whispered. The confession felt dangerous. “My ex… he said things before I left. Made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Too vanilla. Too boring in bed.” The words tumbled out, raw and honest, tears pricking at my eyes even as fresh arousal made my pussy slick and swollen. Saying it to Sinclair felt like peeling back a layer I had kept hidden.

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.

As she was doing so, the sons of the devil took leave of their senses – lost their minds – and began to follow her like blue fly following a rotten corpse to the grave… When it was bed time, Vivian thought about what Mrs. Rogers had instructed her, on her present fake character manifestations. She made up her mind never to change her pattern of fashion, since Charles did not complain about her odd appearances but admired her modern vogue, and the kind of company she associated with. She was not careful about what her characters let out to the public. She found herself getting widely into invasion of virtuous life. Her parents and in-laws had not opportunity any longer to talk her out of it.