The Seven Deadly Sins Derieri Novels & Stories

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.

Not that I don't believe Charles had his darkest secret since every one of us does have that. Even, I, myself also had my darkest secret that I don't want to open up to random people. However, Clark's statement about them being considered predators bothers me to the point that my brain could not think straight as it was the only word that stuck inside. Out of curiosity, I unhurriedly scanned everyone's faces, one by one, including our professor to check which part of them are considered predators. Sadly, after a thorough investigation, I couldn't see any suspicious about them.

This was the purest of places in the pack, where the vile between the living and the dead stands thinnest. But tonight, the sanctity of this place felt tainted. In the middle of this clearing stood a stone podium surrounded by grasses and hay, and tied to its smooth surface was none other than Beta Derick; a man now considered as Derick Cresentblood for his titles had already been stripped from him, his honor torn away, leaving him with nothing but shame and regret, nothing more than a symbol of betrayal and disgrace. Surrounding him were the warriors of Fangborn pack as they waited with bated breath for the executioner to make the final blow.

The kind that makes your blood go cold. I tell him everything. The motel. The vague threat. The smirk I could feel through the damn text message. And Alexander smiles. Not the sexy one I love. Not the one that makes my knees weak and my panties wet. No. This smile is pure sin. It's death with a hint of delight. The kind of smile that promises blood, pain, and no mercy. And God help me... I want to see him do it. To Be Continued...

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”

My voice wavered. "I got with you to get my revenge with Adrian. It was all planned. From day one to you coming into my life until now. I did what I wanted. I fucked you. So you can leave." What? I couldn't recognize him anymore. The dam in my eyes bursted open. "What about when you said you loved me?!” I exclaimed as a tears slid down my cheek. My blood turned cold when I heard him laugh. It was cruel and sharp. “You really thought I loved you?” He smiled, but it was as sharp as a jagged knife. In that moment, he truly looked like the name he owned, his sinister bloodline. A DeLuca. “It was never about you.”

Such a filthy gold digger and a bed warmer,’ ‘I hope you are aware of what people in this world call those relations which have no name, nina. Especially when your relation has already been questioned because of your past with Cain,’ Nina's eyes immediately watered when she recalled everything. A bed warmer? A gold digger? Nina had never in her worst had ever thought that she was going to get called by such names for falling in love with someone. She had not done any mistake for loving him then why was she getting so much hurt and hatred for it like she had committed a sin for loving him?

“ DOMINIC- “ She squirted out once again. Her eyes rolled back as she felt her vision getting blurry. Her hairs sticking to her body , her lips parted , her cheeks red and her eyes , teary and swollen. She looked like a piece of art and one thing for sure …………………… she was his sinful desire. He was gonna have her one way or another. She was his and he was her master. She belonged to him and only him and anyone else even trying to get her was gonna meet the deadly him. He was obsessed with her. Possessed . He was way dominant , way aggressive , way possessive and way protective when it came to her and he was desireful for her. He was not gonna let anyone take her away. He made sure she also un

I stated. "Lust is said to be based around the body and by your body language not only do you show confidence but you practically exfoliate desire, in a dangerous way showing the connection between you and lust easily, so I take it you real name is Halu" I stated causing his eyes to widen. "I'll take that as I'm right, Halu is a demon based specifically around lust, desire, urge, hunger or craving for another that's what makes it so dangerous the fact that people will be devoured in it creating one of the seven deadly sins" I stated before looking at Cyrus.

"They never talk, Sweetheart. Jim made their lives pretty fuckin' miserable. Der showed up on my doorstep a couple times a week after getting beat up by his dad. Der never said much, but I know Jim beat the shit out of Derek just for protecting his mom and brother. There were a few times Der had to go to the hospital. This ain't the first time Der's had broken bones." Fury coursed through me at the memory of Jim. "I'm not trying to be mean, but I'm glad Jim's dead. He was a horrible person, Thomas." Thomas's smoky gaze flicked to me for a split second before he nodded slowly. "Between you and me, I'm glad that fucker is dead too. He was a bastard. When Jim threatened to teach you a lesson, I