Sweet Sins Novels & Stories

The way he whispered my name like it was a sin he wanted to keep repeating. No. I didn’t dream it. He was here. My heart stutters just thinking about it. He came through the window like some kind of trouble I couldn’t resist. Said nothing for a while—just looked at me with those dark eyes, as if I belonged to him. And I didn’t stop him. I should’ve. I didn’t. Now, the memory burns under my skin, impossible to scrub off. The door creaks open suddenly, snapping me back to reality.

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.

His voice cracked with a mix of fury and vulnerability. Later, Maris returned,trembling. “Your Highness… I’m so sorry. It will never happen again. Please, keep this between us. Let’s just be friends. Nothing more.” Atlas, still groggy but soft-hearted, sighed. “Fine. No problem. Just… stay away from me please.” After she left, Phillip shook his head. “Your kind heart is going to get you killed one day, Atlas. Why would you believe a woman who spiked a herbal tonic and tried to sleep with you suddenly wants to be ‘just friends’?”

“Things that don’t wash off. I’ve hurt people. I’ve taken things that weren’t mine. I’ve looked at someone I shouldn’t and wanted them anyway.” The last part was the only true one, and I let it land. Ryan’s voice stayed even. “Desire itself is not the sin. What we do with it can be. Have you acted on this particular wanting?” “Not yet, Father.” the word rolled of my tongue like a temptation on its own. “And the person you desire—do they know?” I smiled in the dark, unseen. “Not yet. But they will.” There was a pause. Longer this time. I heard the soft shift of fabric as he moved slightly on the other side of the screen.

It was the same scent that lingered in the warehouse between us last week. “Sweet Sin.” His breath skates over my ear in a threatening whisper. “Fancy seeing you here, are you now stalking me?” Why will I Stalk him? I turn around on my stool and come face to face with the devil himself. Alexei was a lot closer than I realized, and my leg brushes his when I come to a stop. He’s looking at me like he can’t believe it’s really me, sitting in his club again. “If I’m the Sweet Sin,” I say sweetly. “What does that make you?”

The velvet hood was heavy and smelled of stale lavender and the anxiety of the women who had worn it before me. My wrists were bound behind my back with silk-lined leather, a cruel juxtaposition of luxury and absolute restraint. I couldn't see, but I could hear. The low murmur of masculine voices, the clink of ice in crystal tumblers, and the rhythmic, predatory thud of the gavel echoing through the subterranean chambers of the Obsidian Club. I was Sabine, the woman who had never lost a case, the ice queen of the courtroom. And tonight, I was "Lot 402."

“It’s cute.” Cosima couldn’t breathe. Rev was so close she could see the gold flecks in her brown eyes. Could smell her perfume, something dark and spicy. “The tarts,” Cosima managed. “Right.” Rev took the box, opened it. “Jesus. These look amazing.” “They’re champagne raspberry. I was testing a new recipe.” Rev picked one up, bit into it. Her eyes closed. She made a sound in her throat that went straight between Cosima’s legs. “That’s obscene,” Rev said. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

he whispered in a hiss, grabbing my wrist to yank my hand away from his face. His grip was tight, bruising, but it only made me smile wider. "I am a man of God. I will repent for this. I will spend the rest of my life on my knees begging for forgiveness, and He will wash this filth away." "You can pray until your knees bleed, Edmund, but you'll never forget the way I taste," I promised, stepping even closer. "You think a few prayers are going to make you forget how tight I was? How good it felt when you finally broke your vow? You’re ruined. You know it, and God knows it."

A tingling buzz emanated from it, jiggling her soft flesh gently. “Do you know what this is?” He barked. “This is the brat breaker, this will have you sniveling and screaming for forgiveness in no time… it’s my own hand held version of something called a Symbian used back on Earth long ago to satiate wild women like you.”

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