Novel & Cerita Ten Deadly Sins

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.

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”

Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her. The children, on the other hand, were given titles before their eradication based on their evil deeds in the war. The eldest son was Satan of wrath, the second oldest was Lucifer of pride, Beelzebub signifying gluttony, Leviathan of envy, Mammon identifying greed, Asmodeus of lust, and Belphegor of sloth. Without hesitation, they were erased and remembered as the greatest evil. As went on, hell began to plague the human world with demons of all kinds.

The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again. "Boss, you'll have to trust me." The man who was kneeling in front of the throne-like chair cried miserably. But no one pitied him. He had chosen the path of his own destruction and they could do nothing about it. "Trust..." The man let out a chuckle all of a sudden and stood up, forcing the kneeling man to scoot further away from him in fear. "I do not trust anyone in this world, Marco. Anyone but my brother and you..." His smile slipped all of a sudden and as he glowered at the kneeling man while resembling nothing less than the Asura from hell. He took slow, a

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kind

But as I rounded the corner into the kitchen, I froze. The moonlight filtering through the massive glass windows illuminated a figure standing tall in the center of the kitchen. He was lean, muscular, and extremely handsome. I stood paralyzed in the shadows, startled by the unexpected presence. At the same time, I found myself completely drooling over him. He was entirely shirtless, his skin gleaming in the silver moonlight, showing off a sculpted chest and a rock-hard six-pack that disappeared into low-cut sweatpants. My inner, passionate side—the girl Matthew had been trying to starve for the last two months—woke up instantly.

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

I stared at it in shock, isn't this all those unlimited credit cards that people talk about in movies? “Thank you, my Lord” I said and quickly collected it. There was no point in pretending like I didn’t want it. He walked to the door and pressed a button, the door slowly slid open and he walked out like that ... .naked, without any shred of clothing. I looked at the credit card in my hand and laughed as I remembered what my mom said a few days ago. “Your pussy won't get you anywhere, so you better stop opening your legs for men”

She already knew that would be expected. Damon’s bedroom was even larger than hers. The massive king-sized bed dominated the room, covered in black silk sheets. Damon stood by the windows wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the deep V of his sculpted abs and the outline of his heavy cock. “Close the door,” he ordered. Ara obeyed. “So today’s scene,” he said, “is about a submissive woman meeting her ex one last time before her wedding. She knows it’s wrong. She knows she shouldn’t. But she can’t resist him. She lets him ruin her for her future husband. That’s the energy I want.”

The most feared man in the city. He rose from his throne like chair at the center of the room like a predator waking from slumber. Six-foot-four of pure, lethal power wrapped in a tailored black shirt that strained across his broad chest. Dark hair, sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of winter steel cold, calculating, and utterly merciless. Tattoos peeked from his collar and cuffs, hints of violence and ownership inked into his skin. He looked at me like I was something he already owned.