Romans & histoires The Beginning Of All Sins

"Sins?" "Yeah. You haven't realized yet? The daemons who escaped tartarus are the embodiments of pride, greed, sloth, lust, wrath, gluttony, and envy,” he answered as he took his jacket. “The seven deadly sins," he continued as he shut the door behind him.

I said with a poker face. “Seven years? And you did not do it? My goodness, Yen, is he really a man?” I looked away for a while. I couldn’t hold the gaze that made my heart jump out of my ribs. “We both grew up believing that sex should only be for couples within the bond of marriage. And doing it is a sin as what the Bible says.” “We are already in the new era where the millennials are doing it.” “I know, but it doesn’t exempt them from calling it a sin. If only young people follow that rule, there shouldn’t have been unnecessary miseries for having unwanted children and all the emotional struggles that come with it.”

She asks, standing akimbo. "Because I made you. I am your creator!" Sin's voice booms. The hallway silences as the King makes himself acknowledged. He refuses to be disrespected and pushed out of his position, he refuses to lose his authority and it shows. Five of the seven deadly sins cower a little after this. The other two stand, unaffected. These two are Lust and Greed. Greed steps forward.

"You were tempted before you've sinned. How come you did that sin on Friday night? It's because you didn't change channel last Monday. You didn't delete the picture last Tuesday. On Wednesday, you keep on reading the same contents you've seen last Monday. On Thursday, you didn't skip that advertisement ... And finally, you've sinned on Friday. As simple as it is ... a process." "Kuya Zion, it's like this. If you apply logic, then it just feeding your flesh. Small deeds that will lead to sin," a woman said in amazement. Zion nodded. "According to 1 John 2:16, For all that is in the world --- the lust of flesh, the lust of eyes, and the pride of life --- is not of the Father but is of the worl

Third person POV - TW - Drugs, kidnapping, torture, blood, death. Continue at your own risk. Sin. Sins. Sinning. There was a time when sin was a whisper - Soft, tempting, easily ignored. But sinning - as the world would come to know it - was never just an act of defiance. It was a pact. A willful severing from 'what is right', traded for the illusion of gain. From the first betrayal carved into the bones of creation to the quiet lies told in the dark, sin has always borne a cost.

Maybe I was too nice. “You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked, fingers still furiously pumping into me. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and let it go with a pop. “Yes,” I breathed, my legs starting to shake in pleasure. “Say my name.” “I can’t,” I whispered. I had never spoken it a day in my life. Saying his name was forbidden in my pack. People were punished for it … because everyone thought that speaking the devil alpha’s name would summon him.

Allistair took a deep, steadying breath, feeling the weight of the task ahead settle across his shoulders like a living thing. “Caius, Lust, Greed, Sloth. Surround us,” he said, his voice low but firm. The four Sins moved instinctively, forming a circle around him and Lucifer, their bodies poised to shield, steady, and anchor the magic about to be unleashed and to link their bond with each other.

He was the only person on this earth I could ever wish ill upon, and every single second of my hatred was his fault. First, there was the kiss—his filthy lips a violation, defiling everything I held sacred. It wasn't a kiss of passion, but an act of conquest, a declaration that my body was his to take. Then he corrupted the head nun, his influence twisting her pure intentions and turning her into a pawn in his sick game. He insulted my God and me with every breath, and finally, he committed the most unforgivable sin of all: he kidnapped me. He dragged me into this place where every shadow holds a new threat, where danger lurks around every corner. This was a world of sin, and he was its king

The Study of Sin (Eve’s POV) The first time I saw him, he was already speaking. No introduction, no greeting, just words, low and steady, cutting through the hum of restless students like a blade. “The story of the fall isn’t about punishment,” Dr. Holt said, chalk tapping the board. “It’s about awakening. The first sin was knowledge.” The lecture hall stilled. Rows of notebooks hung open, pens frozen. I’d expected another dull theology course filled with rote recitation and inherited reverence. Instead, he spoke like a man trying to reason with fire.

As Mia and I boarded the plane, my phone buzzed with a text from Alex: “Next time you’re here, I’m not letting you leave my bed until you’re dripping with me for days. Be good until then, baby. Daddy’s already planning how to fuck you next.” I squeezed my thighs together on the plane seat, feeling the faint ache and the ghost of his cum. Guilt still twisted in my chest every time I looked at Mia laughing beside me. But the truth was undeniable. This sin wasn’t a one-week mistake. It was the start of something I could no longer resist. And deep down, I didn’t want to.