The Seven Deadly Sins Derieri Novels & Stories

"He’s... he’s going to kill us all if you don't leave him." "Shut up, Derrick!" I snapped. "You did this. You triggered him!" "I was only trying to save you. You saw it for yourself what that man really is. He is a demon. A rabid dog that should be put down before he burns the world to the ground." Derrick said coughing out blood and I glared at him. "He is my Demon!" "He will kill you!" Derrick shouted back. "That wouldn't be the first time would it Derrick?, seeing that you tried to kill me too." I snapped at Derick and he went silent for a moment consumed with guilt.

He sighed, setting his phone aside. “Saint Padre. I know.” “Then you know why I don’t want Eloise around her.” Alex’s lips twitched — not into a smile, but something dangerously close. “You sound like one of those parents who forbid their kids from dating anyone with tattoos.” “This isn’t about tattoos, Alex.” “Then what is it about?” he asked softly. “Because all I’m hearing is fear.” I glared at him. “That man traffics weapons. He launders money through half of the luxury industries in Europe. He’s not just another rich crook. He’s—” I stopped myself before accidentally revealing my own past and how it connected back to him.

"But does the name, Diavolo, ring any bell?" "Diavolo... Diavolo... Diavolo..." I mumbled under my breath. The name sounded familiar but I couldn't place— oh sh*t! 'Diavolo!' I gasped, and my stomach dropped. 'Devil of Sinclair City! Don of Tenebre!' 'No... It couldn't be...' I took a step back, my wide eyes staring at the man standing before me. It had to be a lie. I couldn't be face-to-face with one of the deadliest men in the entire country! The Lord of Sinclair's underworld!

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

He seemed to be a kind of powerhouse whose whims were capable of shaping the very fabric of reality. Opposite him sat a figure with horns protruding from his brow. His hair was disheveled, while his face was pale. An aura of morbidity enveloped him, with wails of torment and echoes of sins past surrounding him. The cries were filled with suffering, murder, sin, bad luck, and other untoward disasters. Embodiments of greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and suspicion were present too. Five different poisons coiled around him like a black chain of order, imparting those spirits in hell with the seven deadly sins.

“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

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

When Noah left Aaliyah and me to get back to work, Aaliyah unleashed all the anger she had been keeping in when I told her about my encounter with Samantha. “Don’t tell me you fell for her little innocent show! That girl is the devil, she has probably thought about various ways she can kill you, and if you give her the opportunity, she will. That girl is hateful, she has always held grudges. She doesn’t care about Diego, she wants to pretend and get Antonio to like her, which by the way isn’t going to happen because if there’s anyone Antonio loves more than himself, it’s you, but that doesn’t mean you should let her try shit, you don’t know half of what that witch is capable of.” Aaliyah spa

Emphasizing the number and omitting any meaning of the word currently. “The seven deadly sins.” “Bingo!” She giggles. Proud and loving Daniela’s wit and her very soul that is a shard from the original Princess. “Do you know what sin this book revolves into, Daniela?” “Is I were to guess then, I shall say, the sin of---”

At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell. He leans comfortably in that black leather chair I've sat in many times. He makes the leather sing on purpose by moving his back more forcefully and looking at me up and down. "Are you going to play dumb with me again, Lulu?" he asks. I swear this man must sit at the Devil's right hand. "I don't know what you want me to say, Santo. I see pictures of me with men I deal with daily, nothing more." I tense up and immediately tuck my head between my shoulders.