Third Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

Then, quietly, with a controlled fury that made the back of my neck prickle, he said, "Franklin." Not a question. He was already calling Franklin in his head. "I'll set up the call," I said, and hung up. I turned back to the schedule on my screen, but my eyes weren't reading it anymore. My mind kept circling back to Casandra's last words; low and deliberate and aimed precisely where they would sting most. *He will break your heart too.* The terrible thing was not that she said it. The terrible thing was the small, treacherous part of me that was already afraid she was right.

“I feel it.” Silence stretches between us. “You were my right hand,” he says carefully. “My executioner when it came to it. My shield always.” “And you trusted me.” “Yes.” “And I betrayed you.” His gaze hardens. “You disappeared.” That’s not denial. That’s grief. “Why do I keep dying in my dreams?” I whisper. “Because you almost did,” he answers. --- THE THIRD DREAM — THE KISS This one is quieter. We’re alone in a room lit by city glow and rain-streaked windows. My hands are shaking as I clean blood from his knuckles.

She gives herself to me body and soul. I walk into the gym, and I turn the lights on to find Chase already there, he is running on the treadmill, and his eyes are silver grey. I try to link with him, but he’s impenetrable. He’s gone to his dark place, a dark corner in his mind I am not allowed to invade. We both have a dark corner, it is our safe haven, and I am not getting him out there. Both his fangs are out, and he is running faster than humanly possible.

Third Person Seth cocked a challenging brow. “I swear to God, man, if you keep complaining about not having anyone to fuck, I’ll call your bluff and fuck you myself.” The other man smirked. “Sorry, you’re not my type.” “Bullshit. I’m everyone’s type.”

Her tears were not giving up on her, just like her pain which was not giving up from hurting her heart over and over again. Squeezing her glossy eyes shut, she was about to snuggle her head on her knees but stopped, feeling that huge shadow towering over her curled up figure. Nina took her head upward and this time, her soul got deprived of every kind of sensation by finding that person in front of her again and by seeing that precarious vileness in his dusky gaze, she understood it really very clearly that this night was going to be the beginning of that forbidden sin between their bodies, hearts and souls.

"Besides, someone might hear you. It's a shame it might get to Diego." "Chill, girl! That's just a theory." "So? All right, continue with your 'what if'." "Okay!" Stephen sighed and then propped both elbows on the table and lowered himself. "What if Diego pursues you? What about Third?" Shen's eyes narrowed at what her friend said. Then she didn't know whether to laugh or be irritated with him. "What kind of theory is that? And you're now mentioning someone who's not here." "That's why it's called a theory!" Stephen snapped. "You know what, sometimes you're really useless to talk to. But in fairness it looks like Third's gifts will be coming again." He even giggled while opening the chocolat

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.

I was not yet ready to tell about the archangel who was aware of all my steps throughout history. "Do you think I'm strong enough?” "Not alone if the power of the book is that great.” "What if four sins were together? "I asked, and raised my fingers as I enumerated. "Ganance, pride, lust and gluttony. Together, would we be able to do it?”

*Snow POV* I pulled up my drawstring bag, looking at the notice board. Nikky, Tasha and Bella, The three witches' photos and full names were boldly pasted on it, along with the notice of their expulsion. I didn't mean to sound evil, but they got what they deserved: seducing coaches and blackmailing them, bullying people to join their stupid girl cult, and their circle of madness.

I've already said that I'm too valuable to be totally diverted from my duties in paradise. I frowned lightly, reflecting on the subject. As far as I knew about fallen angels, even those who were not designated to represent a capital sin were immediately exiled to hell. For a moment I ended up thinking that by the death of Vraxlon, the wave of sin of lust would be free for anyone who wanted to take it, considering that the sin of laziness was not really dead" my three-headed dog, affectionately called Cerberus, took charge of swallowing the bodies that the receiver of the sin of laziness used to hide the