Third Deadly Sin Novels & Stories

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

"I didn't look like I was in pain? Tony, I don't know what hurt worse, saying ... the name or the hunger." He nodded. "We all do it in the beginning. Once. There is a belief among the Neratomay that Thirds cannot be trusted, and not just because they have no instinct. Some believe that certain Thirds can retain their human abilities. Meaning that if they are not restricted by the same abilities that Masters and Seconds are, then these special Thirds could be even more powerful than other Vampires." My head began to swim. "And what's so bad about that?" "Politics, baby, purely politics. Now ..." He stood and offered me his hand. "Shall we?"

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

I don't understand what they're talking about, but I know it's something dangerous and I don't want to risk it, I can't risk hurting Hope. 'I told you, I'm a very old spirit, Dylan. My power is gigantic. I am the Sins, those who walk today and those who once were.' 'That's why I'm training, that's why we're training!' 'You are right. When we started training, we chose Gluttony, because it is a simpler sin to control, but I know that what is going to happen soon, is that you are going to need to trust me, blindly. Without that, we can't move forward.'

His red hair makes him look more daring than usual. I look down at my shoulder when he touches it, before looking back at his tall, slender figure. As his name implies, he is the personification of the third of the seven deadly sins. Lust. He is as dangerous as that. We have been fated to be siblings along with the other personifications of the seven deadly sins. With me as the eldest. This is a secret. No one in the Alkhemi knows about the seven deadly sins living amongst us. And it should be kept that way for peace to continue.

"Cum again. Squirt on my raw cock, and earn that corner office." The third orgasm hit me, my vision whiting, squirting explosively down his shaft and thighs as I convulsed, my throat raw from screams which he muffled with his hand. He roared, his hips erratic, slamming so deep, pulsing inside me, his hot seed swimming inside me, flooding me completely, his cum overflowing, dripping in rivulets as he kept thrusting through his release, forcing a fourth mini-orgasm from the fullness until I blacked out briefly in ecstasy.

Only this time, they brought reinforcement, the third girlfriend. Lisa slammed her palm against my table. Hard. Plates rattled. I kept eating. Silence can bruise louder than a slap. “You thought you could embarrass us and get away with it?” Lisa demanded. I chewed slowly. Swallowed. Then lifted my gaze to the three of them. I let my eyes linger on the unfamiliar girl. “I see you brought an extra minion today.” The third girl blinked. “What?” Susan scoffed. “So you think you’re all that now?”

He carried Gina past me without a moment's hesitation. I stood alone in the corridor, leaning against the wall and watching their retreating figures as tears streamed down my face. My back throbbed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I wiped away my tears and smiled bitterly at myself. I had come to the hospital today to confirm my pregnancy and tell Sebastian the news, but I did not want to say anything anymore. This was his third betrayal, and it would be his last. I did not want to hear his explanations anymore, and I did not want to forgive him again.

It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof. “I hate him,” I whispered fiercely. “He’s just an arrogant, mocking jerk. I hate him I dragged my feet to the bed, but the anger was just a flimsy shield to cover the terrifying truth: Archie had reawakened the dormant, passionate fire inside me that Matthew had spent two months trying to beat to death. My body was completely starved, aching, and physically frustrated from my husband’s selfish, two-minute routine. It was already late in the night I still couldn’t find sleep

Chapter Nine- Under The Table Sins Part Three every movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my legs for my mother's husband! ~♧~• Pleasure is a sin.