Sins Vanity Novels & Stories

And I’m almost sure he was planning to leave me here to get all the blame placed upon me. “You shouldn’t be here, getting in his business and such,” Sinful tells me pointedly. His tone is bothered, yet still mildly amused. He seems to take fun out of others misery. My especially. I’m glad he isn’t standing any closer to me. He has a cloying scent of jasmine that makes my head fuzzy. I believe it has something to do with the fact that he is the Sin of Lust. “Trust me, I know,” I tell him, rubbing the back of my neck.

"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.

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.

I don't understand what they're talking about, but I know it's something dangerous and I don't want to risk it, I can't risk hurting Hope. 'I told you, I'm a very old spirit, Dylan. My power is gigantic. I am the Sins, those who walk today and those who once were.' 'That's why I'm training, that's why we're training!' 'You are right. When we started training, we chose Gluttony, because it is a simpler sin to control, but I know that what is going to happen soon, is that you are going to need to trust me, blindly. Without that, we can't move forward.'

Vanity had stunned the world by wearing that ivory wedding gown that cost an arm and a leg, and at the reception she made many ladies puke blood with envy and many men nosebleed with her beauty. Vanity wore a red gown that showed off her fine, smooth, and fair back, which was free of blemishes and marks. The bold tattoo on her shoulder blades that read "CHANDLER" drew a lot of men's attention and made them envious of Chandler. That single word announced to the entire world that the lady had been taken and was not playing games.

Adrian asked, his lips curving into a slow, predatory smile that showed how much he relished her ruthlessness. "He sought to destroy my father’s name, Adrian," Lydia said, her voice dropping into a chillingly calm tone that carried the weight of a final verdict. "He wanted to turn the Hart legacy into a footnote of bankruptcy and shame. He paraded Vanessa Sinclair into this gala tonight just to prove that he could humiliate me one last time. Now, I am going to erase his entire existence from the market."

The name Fitzy was license enough to throttle the man. I am a gentleman. I remain a gentleman despite this situation, despite everything I am doing to besmirch my own reputation. Vanessa, yes falling for her is a sin, one that will ruin any chance of me making my way in society after this is done. Yet I would bear the scars and shame of such a sin gladly. My anger is not for falling in love with her, it is anger towards the situation we are placed in. “Apologies but it is well after one, I must rise early for the horses.”

"Silly girl. You're not even thirty this year. You're still so young, so how could everything be too late? Everything that you said was just common mistakes that a young person would make. I told you that there are many people in this world who have made mistakes but don't even realize their own mistakes their whole lives. Therefore, they would never correct their mistakes their whole lives. For example…" Speaking of that, Kingston thought of Lily, Selen, and Mindy. All these girls were far vainer than Eevonne and even more vicious than her. Two of the girls wanted to pay a small price to trade for a huge victory and to forcefully take what was not theirs. To put it bluntly, they were simply

It's been so many years and doubts still make a point of snaking through my head like the viper seduced Eve, we are to blame for sin. I suck in a breath to keep the tears from falling when I'm to blame, I should have been a better daughter, a better sister. The reflection in the glass betrays the sins hidden beneath those blue eyes, the porcelain skin covering the dirt and the golden strands falling by my shoulders completing the debauchery. I've tried so hard to cover it all up, but it's no use hiding the evil in the middle of prayers, no matter how many times I walk into the church asking for forgiveness, there's only one way to purge my sins.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“