Tristan 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

I tried to speak, but my tongue refused; I took a deep breath and said, “I didn't kill Indigo's child on purpose.” “I'm not saying you killed her child, I'm just tired of too many monsters being around me, and the last thing I need is you turning into one,” Tristan stood up from the bed, “I hate her but I also have a heart, if it's too much for her then I will tell her to stop.”

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

"So, no, Antonio , I really don't blame you anymore. Betrayal and disloyalty are unforgivable crimes, and getting over the loss of trust is a very painful process to go through." "I understand," he whispered. I heaved a deep sigh and smiled, "I am trying to let it all go. I'm cleansing my mind, my soul... wish me luck." "What about Don Alessandro? Are you going to forgive him too?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

I told her about my new life, about becoming their step-sibling. Her eyes widened, then narrowed conspiratorially. “Oh, you’re with the triplets now?” she whispered. “Okay, listen carefully, or you’ll never tell them apart.” I tilted my head, curious but impatient. “The eldest, Riven,” she said, pointing discreetly toward Class A, “is always in control. Fierce, commanding, and… irresistibly charming.” I nodded, masking my intrigue. “Got it. Likes control. Next?” “Darren,” she continued, voice dropping to a low, almost secretive tone, “he’s the quiet one. Very observant. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does it matters.”

Tristan was cut off by his own shock. “Don’t even think about it,” Josh said quickly, his face flushing a hot crimson peach. Tristan offered a hand through the open window. Josh stopped for a long second, staring at the hand that Tristan was offering. All of a sudden, everything began to spin in Josh’s sight. The palm formed into a demon that meant absolute sin for him. Touching that hand meant giving up his control. It meant showing weakness. His mind flashed down into a dark void, but Tristan’s voice fought the sin with a gentle smile.

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

Tristan craved love and affection but was deprived of that because of the sins of his father and unlike every other child, he didn't grow up having a mother by his side. His father died and he took over even when the people didn't want him to. Tristan ran deep into the woods, surprising everyone that he had not turned around to find out who had spoken the word he detest the most and had reminded him of the sins of his father. Finally coming to an halt, Tristan growled in anger as he sought the moon goddess. "I call for you, hear me!" He cried out. "I have come to beg for your forgiveness. Forgive my father for his sins, please!" He cried out loud as he looked at the sky.

“Hold on, do not let go. Everything comes with a price and a happy ending is what waits for us. We just need to trust each other, and believe that I will save you no matter what.” To the flame that he holds, to the maiden that controls the time, yet is bound by space and dimensions. The losing fight that they strive to win is finally ticking to end the loop of the 6th. From the sin of ‘lust’ that their world is bound within. The beginning that was shattered by the first sin, and the original God that’s death brought forth the vengeance of Yin is coming to its highest peak. The truth of the underlying meaning of what mortals feel, the grand plan to revive the greatest dead, everything falls w

" Tristan looks at me for a long moment, the anger in his eyes as if he has just seen through a person he has known for years and finally come to a realization. An evil, worthless bitch like me doesn't deserve his kindness. He tightens his grip on my chin, and I swallow the cry of pain that is about to escape my lips, looking at him defiantly instead. He seems to be burned by the pain in my eyes and abruptly turns his head away, throwing my head back in the same motion and making the rest of my body follow. The shackles around my wrist dig painfully into my skin as I force the same words I have been saying since I got here out of my mouth again. "I didn't kill Tracy." Tristan sharply turns b

I slowly pulled the gun from my waistband, the cold steel gleaming in the dim light. “I am the devil incarnate. If you think you can double-cross me by violating our contract and walk away unscathed, you’re dead wrong. I’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll drown you in acid, reveling in the sight of your skin dissolving while you beg me for mercy. Anyone who dares to cross me pays in blood, and you should damn well know that by now.” He met my gaze though I could see right through him, the fear that had taken root in his eyes. “Then you better be prepared to fight. You’re not the only one who knows how to play hardball. I’ve got resources and allies you wouldn’t believe”