Third Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

Guela explained like this entire situation was completely normal. "What do you mean? He doesn't eat? Like how.. What? How does it work, feeding off lust?" I asked her in confusion. Guela laughed a soft laugh while shaking her head. "You're so innocent. No, he does eat normal food. But his soul feeds off lust that beings feel. It fills him in a different way. All brothers have it with their own sin. King Mammon is the demon of Greed. He has an intense desire to possess wealth and goods and pursuit of wealth, status and power. King Leviathan is the demon of Envy. He desires everything that other being have. Their traits, status, abilities, situations and possessions. Be careful around the brot

He curled them inside me, stroking that devastating spot while his thumb circled my clit with slow, merciless precision. “Such a tight little cunt for someone who claims to be pure,” he said, voice dark with satisfaction. “How many nights did you touch yourself thinking of being fucked by the Sacred Order?” A broken moan slipped from my lips. My hips rocked against his hand before I could stop them. Shame burned hot through my chest, but the pleasure was worse. Hotter. Needier. “Please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Thorne moved behind me. His rough hands gripped my hips as he knelt. I felt the thick head of his cock nudge against my entrance, right beside Nikolai’s fingers.

Henry's gaze was icy as he looked at Melanie. "I've told you before that I'm only getting back with Selena. She's the one I've always loved, and that's never changed." Melanie's composure shattered, and she burst into tears. "How can you say you don't love me when you divorced her three times because of me? You filled me with hope over and over, only to cruelly smash it now. Henry, you're the worst of them all!"

My mama raised me a Catholic, and we were taught to leave revenge for the Lord. But how can I leave it, when revenge practically landed right into my laps. ……………………… Raze’s pov “You’re killing me, doll,” I murmured into the brunette’s mouth. Her fingers press hard against me through my jeans, slowly stroking my hardening dick . The blonde on my other side drags her tongue along my naked chest, her nails scraping lightly at it. I’m in my private room at Obsidian, the bass music vibrating through the walls, the colored lights low, the smell of liquor and smoke thick in the air just the way I like it.

She retorted angrily. "Yes, you're the second girl my husband's fucked in the last two days. Nothing special." Sinora replied, disgusted. The girl's face turned crimson with anger.

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

“Of course she is. No argument there. You do raise her, shelter her, and risk your peace of mind over every breath she takes. My mistake.” I shut my eyes for a moment, letting the silence stretch. “You think this is funny?” I say finally. “Tristan,” Saint replies, and this time there’s no amusement — just that quiet, dangerous calm that makes the skin of weaker men crawl. “You spent years running from shadows. Try not to become one. Sometimes the devil you see isn’t the one waiting to burn you.” I grip the phone tighter. “Is that a threat, Padre?” “It’s advice. You should try taking it once in a while.”

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.