Sweet Sins Novels & Stories

I replied. There was a silence, a moment of recognition. He cleared his throat. "What sins have you come to confess today, Serena?" he asked. His tone tried to be pastoral, distant, but I noticed the tension. I noticed how his breath hitched for a second before saying my name. I leaned closer to the lattice, so close my lips almost brushed the wood. The scent of clean soap and manliness emanating from his side of the booth intoxicated me. "Lust, Father," I whispered. "I can’t stop having impure thoughts. They are constant. They consume me."

His eyes, molten red-gold, glowed even in the dark. Calamiros was a poison unlike any crafted by mortal or divine hand. Its essence distilled from the six other Sins, each drop a contradiction forged solely to break Wrath. The moment it touched him, it did not burn like fire nor rot like venom; it unwound him. Sloth’s heaviness seeped first, forcing his blazing muscles into sluggish tremors, turning his explosive power into dead weight. Pride’s shard followed, cracking his certainty and bending his once-unshakable will into hesitation. Lust crawled through his senses like velvet thorns, overwhelming his focus until every sound became a roar and every heartbeat a shockwave.

But when he senses Rose moving on by joining an auction and giving herself up, he's having none of it. He's going to have her. Even if it means buying her. -------------------- Rose “This is freaking delicious.” I lick the rim of my lemon drop martini again. Celine lets out a snort and it somehow comes out sexy, just like everything she does. Hell, she’s one of the main attractions here at the Snake Eyes; her burlesque show sells out every night there's a show. “I'm pretty sure you said the first one tasted like ass.” “Well, they must have gotten a new bartender, because this one tastes like sweet heaven.” I prove my point by gulping down the rest of the drink, enjoying the sour burn at the

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

HUDSON'S POV The ride home in Sofia’s car was mostly silent. She didn’t push again after I shut her down in the lot, just turned the radio low, some indie station playing songs I didn’t recognize and let me stare out the window while the streetlights streaked past. My knees still throbbed, my mouth tasted with his cum faintly , and every time I closed my eyes I saw Hudson’s wrecked expression right before he walked away from Olivia like she was nothing.

Daniel. What did they say about fucking your own family? That they taste like sin? That once you cross that line, there’s no going back because the forbidden fruit always tastes sweeter, darker, more addictive? That the guilt only makes the pleasure sharper, hotter, more devastating? We all know how sins taste — they linger on the tongue, burn in the throat, and leave you craving another bite even when you know it’ll ruin you. And right now, I was drowning in it.

He reached up, untied the blindfold just enough to look me in the eyes, and smiled. “Look at me while I fuck you. Tell me you love being my baby girl.” “I love it,” I gasped, voice breaking. “I love being your step-daughter. Please, Ethan… don’t stop.” He kissed me hard, tongues sliding in that messy rainbow rhythm, and I tasted both of us—sweet and salty and filthy. When he pulled back he was breathing hard. “Lesson nine,” he panted. “You don’t get to come until I fill you up. Say yes.”

I begged, my fingers clutching Silas's hands above my head. Soren pulled back until his head almost slipped out, and then he slammed all the way back in with a heavy thud. The sound of skin slapping against skin was deafening in the quiet room. He set a brutal, fast pace, driving deep into my center again and again. Every time he thrust forward, Silas leaned down, crushing his mouth against mine in a rough, deep kiss that tasted like my own wetness. "Faster, Soren," Silas muttered against my lips, sliding his hand down to stroke his own cock against my hip. "Make her scream."

(ONE CROSS) “PRIDE, WRATH, GLUTTONY, LUST, ENVY, GREED, AND SLOTH.” Knowing more than what other mortals and gifted might think of her at first glance, she whispers the sins as the words vanish in front of her. Turns everything into ashes and goes directly inside the book that somehow loses all its pristine details and colors, and that is left with an utter old and torn cover that somehow is being forgotten by time and forsaken by anyone. It flies right back into her arms, where she hums for seconds and whispers.

“ I can be beyond cruel and beyond sweet . Don’t test either of my limits Antonio . “ said Damian breathing heavily as he tried to keep himself under control . “ From what you have told me , your cruelty means eternal punishment . What happens if I test your sweetness instead ? “ said Antonio raising his eyes towards Damian . “ ……I may not be able to even let you leave my side for the rest of your life . “ said Damian looking at him in a daze . Even though both of them struggled and hardly tried to deny their affection for one another , they realised that it was of no use . The affection that they were so desperately trying to hold back , would soon turn into a drug that would keep them dru