The Beginning Of All Sins Novels & Stories

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it

He embraced the feeling of his sin in action. Lust was, to him, the first ever sin. Eve saw the fruit, and she wanted a bite. Cain saw how Abel got God's acceptance and hated his brother for it. Judas betrayed the Divine one because he wanted the fame and wealth that came with being a follower of the Messiah. It was all the lust of the eyes, lust of the heart, and most of all, lust of the flesh.

"In any case, we already represented capital sins, just as there have always been the ten commandments, which are the archangels who represent the heavenly Elite, and who today represent the most powerful group in heaven. The only heavenly beings who could really get into a fight with us and bring us a lot of problems. "And in the end... "I started saying, opening my eyes again. The world came into focus, and the stairs were already at their end, with only five steps left to reach what looked like an entrance lobby. "The lay-de-abo-face condemned you simply to prevent humans from being possessed by the sins you represented, when in fact everyone was already condemned from the moment Eve tast

At Darius’s attempt to appear supportive despite the dread I could feel through our bond. “Three sins,” I said. “Your three greatest,” the Broker specified. “The truths you most desperately hide.” My mind raced. What were my greatest sins? The lies I’d told? The people I’d hurt? There were so many choices, so many dark corners of my soul I’d never wanted examined. But I knew where to start. “My first sin,” I said, my voice carrying across the room, “is that I enjoyed killing Lucien.” Murmurs rippled through the audience.

For a second, I forgot what I was saying. The murmurs of the crowd blurred. My heartbeat filled the silence. Ezreal didn’t move. He just stared, calm, patient, almost amused. I forced myself to look away. I couldn’t stop the tremor in my voice, but I continued, pretending not to notice him. “Fornication,” I said, and the word scraped against my throat like a confession. “It is one of the sins most easily committed but hardest to admit. Because it appeals to what is human in us, our desire to be seen, to be touched, to be wanted.”

The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan. “Fuck.” Without so much as a warning, a finger was plunged into me. I gasped, tensing at the sudden intrusion. But Damian was relentless, adding another finger before I could adjust to the first one. With his fingers inside me, his palm against my clit and lips on my skin, my senses were beginning to feel overwhelmed. I choked on air, letting my hips move because I wanted more.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”