The Sin Of Pride Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

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.

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.

One way or the other, I always found myself thinking about her. When she'd defend herself when i tried to piss her off "gosh, she looked very pretty when angry" i thought. I'd felt some kind of respect for her. She knew where loyalties lied but yet she stood for what was right. She had a strong moral compass and a backbone of steel that she displayed from the very start, and didn't seem like someone who could be easily bought with money as i thought (not that id tried too much yet). Suddenly, our eyes met and i got held by those beautiful pair of hazel eyes. The next thing i know she's in my arms, i held unto her with every muscle alive in me. It felt damn right.

Gideon By the gods, this woman was going to be a pain in my ass. I had to choose one with such a fiery temper. Nevermind her temper, she was vengeful. Spiteful. She was absolutely diabolical. She was perfect. The way she ripped his trachea straight from his throat was so masterful. The clean separation of his head from his body was going to be engraved in my memory forever. Oh, but the thing that got me the most, was watching her suck the soul from him. It made me hard just thinking about it.

Eager to experience the thrill of the seven rooms designed after the seven deadly sins while also enjoying the alcohol and music on the dancefloor. I may be biased, but I always believed Gluttony to be the best room out of the seven, next to Lust and Greed, who almost entertained the same amount of guests as Gluttony did. It was funny watching all the clueless souls walk around the club damning themselves even further and making deals with without realizing the actual weight those deals held over them.

As if she read my mind, she began to explain: "They are the institution goddesses, well-known for their lavish lifestyle." "The one on the left who dresses like a gangster is the famous Tasha Robarte; the one in the middle is Nelle Anderson, the heir to the Anderson jewelry empire; and the last is Nikky Stone, the senator's daughter." She explained. "I should advise you to avoid them like the plague because they are serious troublemakers." She warned at the end, as if she had read my mind again. My eyes were full of admiration for them, not because of their dressing but because of their beautiful looks; they are an undeniable beauty goddess. I decide to heed my new friend's advice.

I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath. Envy. Sloth. Gluttony. And Lust. All had names and pictures I didn't care to memorize. But the Sin of Pride had nothing. There were records of their operations, and my brows dipped. Was this an error? "No" I hushed, then flipped to the previous pages. This time, I looked carefully until my lips parted in surprise. In every operation, the Sin of Pride was involved. They even left a little signature, and I almost grunted in frustration while trying to understand it.

There was nothing rational about that. “Tell me. Why do they think that I am this pure heart? My heart is far from it.” “Not pure in a literal sense. It just means that you’re not tainted by hate, jealousy, or lust. The seven deadly sins. I told you it’s a lot to explain.” Penny tilted her head to the side, watching him as he ran his hand through his thick, dark hair. “And you don’t want to explain it to me. Why?”

“Everything is going smoothly with the collection of sins. There are a couple spirits who may be too tainted to save, though. He reported around a mouthful of pride. It was his preferred sin and honestly, he was a very proud man. He took pride in everything he did and was respected for it." As usual, we ate and left as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid Hellebore and usually Lazarus, but he was playing patient to my little flame right now, so who knew when he would resurface. I gritted my teeth at the thought of how close he was to her, that bastard was way to sneaky for his own good.