Sweet Sins Novels & Stories

The sign above the entrance glows: SIN HAVEN. My stomach flips. Inside, the air is thick with perfume, cologne, and excitement. Music thunders through the floor; lights flash; women scream; bodies move everywhere. I cling to Rosa. “Oh my God.” “Oh my God indeed,” she says, eyes sparkling. “Welcome to paradise.” We dance for a while, letting loose in ways we never have before. I down two shots of something I can’t pronounce but tastes like battery acid. My head swims, but in a good way.

SINNER LEAH I tell myself that what I’m doing is wrong and that it will most likely put me on the fast track to hell, but no matter how much my guilty conscious screams at me, it doesn’t stop my leg from hiking up. I rest it on the desk in front of me and press my aching pussy against the rounded corner that I’m now dry humping like a fucking hussy. Satan has definitely won this round. Again.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I am Sloth.” Derick blinked, confused. “Sloth? What kind of name is that?” “One of the Seven Deadly Sins,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “And I’m here to serve Damien.” My jaw nearly hit the ground. Damien… has one of the Sins under his command? No. Impossible. “You don’t believe me.” His grin widened, sharp as a knife. “But you will. Because I’m in charge of you three now.” “How did you—read my mind?” I stammered, throat tightening.

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved. I don’t care if you are sisters. You will cry. You will bleed. And you will beg.

“I saw the way his eyes moved over our bodies when he greeted us. He wants us. Trust me, I could see the hunger in his eyes.” They rushed back home, hiding their purchases carefully. Once inside, the twins offered to help with dinner. “We’ll handle it tonight, Mom,” Clara said sweetly. “You relax with our stepdad.” Sara crushed several sleeping pills into their mother’s wine glass, stirring it until it dissolved completely. Clara also slipped two strong Viagra pills into Vincent’s drink. Sara's hands trembled as they served the food, but neither Vincent nor Lena noticed anything. Vincent asked the twins about college and their plans after school as they are. The girls smiled and answered, bu

Suddenly, a woman about 6'5" appeared on the staircase, holding onto a child. She was dressed in office pants and a dress shirt. I felt my breath hitch as butterflies burst in my stomach. Her hair was cut short and styled perfectly. I couldn't help but ogle her. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement; she was completely drop-dead gorgeous. My eyes followed her until she reached the bottom of the stairs and strolled toward us, a hand tucked in her pocket. “Hey, Mom,” Steve said, kissing her cheek, then turned to me. “Mom, meet my fiancée, Elena. Elena, meet my mother, Sylvia." Sylvia's eyes found mine, and I unknowingly sucked in a sharp breath. God, she was beyond gorgeous. She

She needed a rogue to destroy her enemies. She never expected him to be her fated mate. Ismay Bellweather, the Frostmoon Heiress, is ready to reclaim her stolen birthright—but the ambitious consort destroying her family will stop at nothing to keep her powerless. Her only chance is Tobin Calder, a ruthless rogue-born heir who despises everything she represents. Their alliance is supposed to be fake. Their attraction is supposed to mean nothing. Until an ancient moon bond awakens, tying her fate to the one man she can neither trust nor afford to lose. But what if the bond isn't fate's blessing? What if it's the trap her enemies have been waiting for? [Fated Mates, Revenge,

“Official diagnosis: therapist gets wet for the inmate she’s supposed to rehabilitate.” “Fuck you—” “Working on it.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb while he fingered her hard enough to make the table edge dig into her hips. Lena’s hands slipped on the surface as soft broken sounds spilled out of her. The room smelled like dust, old paper, and sex almost immediately. “Silas—please—” “Please what? Please reform me? Or please put the cock back in?” She hated how little fight was left in the answer. “Please fuck me.”

But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad. She was tiny, probably around 5’2”, with long golden hair, small perky breasts, and super smooth pale skin. She looked young and innocent, like a fresh teen, but she fucked like a pro. Even though she was new, she rode cock so good, took it deep, and made the hottest moans. Jake jerked off to her every single night. He locked his dorm door, pulled out his thick cock, and stroked hard watching her small body get pounded. He came buckets thinking about filling her tight little pussy.

Belle walked into Midnight Sins seeking revenge against the dangerous man who ruined her sister’s life. But one night with Zack changed everything. He is cold, ruthless, and used to getting what he wants. Behind the club’s closed doors, he draws Belle into a dangerous game, turning her carefully planned revenge into an irresistible obsession. What begins as a mission becomes thirty nights of secrets, power struggles, and forbidden encounters. But Zack isn’t the only one interested in Belle. Henry, Skipper, Racheal, Nora, and Helen all have their own reasons for getting close to her. And Zack is not the kind of man who easily tolerates rivals. He wants Belle all to himself. She ca