Vices Virtues Novels & Stories

Once again, he was devouring her lips and caressing her tongue in aggressive strokes showing how much she was affecting him. This time she was in her full senses and her hands which were on each side, now rose up and pushed his chest to free herself. He wasn't supposed to kiss her. This wasn't meant to happen. It forbidden. It's a sin. The virtuous conscience within her head stopped her for the second time getting indulged in the fire of lust. Her futile attempts were dismissed with a warning growl and he pinned her hands above her head. This made her chest arched forward and her bullet like nipples brush against his chest making him groan in pleasure. She turned her face avoiding his sinist

____Foolishness can't be justified with Innocence, Innocence, a virtue of soul while foolishness, an attribute of lack of capability to justify the actions with logical reasoning while subsiding the sea of emotions____ 'Sire, we're here!', the loud honking pried her gaze away, sweeping it across the fleet of sumptuous vessels, lined up along the shore. The waves dappled with sunrays peeking through the thick birches. He rolled out silently, walking over the edge of the lake where other affluent identities were already gathered for excursion, busy in chit-chatting with the queen mother and other royal personalities.

His gaze dropped to her legs under the table and lingered on the way her tight pinstripe skirt hugged her wide hips. Each time he looked, heat built between her thighs. For the first time in months, the cold, powerful attorney felt real hunger for something other than winning in court. Valentina stood up slowly. Her heels clicked on the polished floor as she walked to the glass walls. She locked both doors with a soft click, then she picked up the remote and dimmed the lights until she felt it was okay for the eyes and a little light remained over the table. Leo watched every move, his breathing grew heavier.

It was supposed to change everything. Instead, everything changed. His name was dragged through the mud, on every headline like he was some lowlife criminal. What little friends he had left disappeared. The shame was like a heavy coat I couldn’t take off. I remembered sitting by his side in court, watching helplessly as they tossed around allegations of embezzlement and fraud like they knew the truth. Like they knew him. But they didn’t. My father was framed. And the man behind it? Victor Devereux.

“Why are they making me the villain?” Fingers dug deep into her temples as if she could force the spinning thoughts away. “You saw what I did that night, Iris. It was Florence who spilled champagne on me. But I was not cruel. I did not threaten her. That's it. But now they have twisted it, edited it, so the world knows I am some kind of monster who assaults helpless people.” Iris leaned in, her voice falling to a whisper. “That's life. One video, one falsehood, and everyone forgets the rest. They need someone to despise, and today it's you. But Sophia, hear me, it won't remain this way. It can't.”

I said softly causing him to look over at me surprise on his features at my change in tone. "Real name is Kateus, also known as the sin of envy, due to jealous tendencies and grudges" I said taking a deep breath. "One of the main downfalls in humanity is the want for what others have making him one of the most dangerous sins because it doesn't matter who gets hurt in the process the only thing that is a priority is his own want to be better and higher then anything and everyone else around him" I said causing him to look almost ashamed.

Together, they put everything in order, with one modification: Aric requested that Liberty take a portion of the desk for herself until he could find a larger office for them to share. Both of them would examine every legislation, edict, and rule to ensure that it was reasonable and well-considered before passing. Liberty's upbringing in the human realm meant that she was aware of the anguish and wrongdoing that her people had endured for far too long. Aric understood just how far his people could be pushed before they broke and attempted to reinstate things to the way his father had governed things because he was born into vampiric aristocracy. When everything was ready, Aric called for his

By the other waitresses at Satan’s, the customers, sometimes the MC guys too. But she’d never felt like one. She’d never been ashamed of her sexual desires, or her history, or her escapades. Truthfully, Vixen had always just loved sex and adored men, and she’d been blessed enough to be very naturally attractive to them, and so she’d been able to choose the hottest, sexiest bed partners and the best lovers. She didn’t really understand what was wrong with any of that… she was honest about what she wanted, she never lied or made any false promises, she never pressured anyone for a relationship, she never got involved with married men or guys in relationships that she knew about. She believed i

The bruise on his temple had faded to a light yellow, and he smelled like a mix of strong coffee and clean laundry; a scent that was starting to become far too familiar to me. "So," Jax said, his voice sounding loud in the small room. He tapped his pen against the textbook. Virtue Ethics. You’re the Philosophy major, Captain. Explain to me why we’re supposed to care about Aristotle." "Because Aristotle believed that your character is defined by your actions.” I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on my notes. "He thought that being good isn't something you are; it's something you do until it becomes a habit." Jax leaned back, crossing his arms. "So, if you spend your whole life pretending to

She had called his honesty out for what it was the first crack in the ice around his carefully armored heart. He moved to the window, staring at the skyline, watching the first hints of dawn stretch across the horizon. Victory had always looked like control, like contracts signed, secrets exposed, enemies toppled. But standing here now, he realized that triumph was no longer a matter of numbers or documents. Triumph meant surviving the cost of his own heart and the potential loss of hers.