Willy Wonka 7 Sins Novels & Stories

Jade's POV The air in the subterranean core of the Cavallo Estate didn't smell like the rest of the house. Upstairs, it was the scent of expensive floor wax and old secrets; down here, it was the smell of ozone, chilled coolant, and the low, constant thrum of pure, unadulterated power. This was the "Vault of Sin"—the physical birthplace of the Weaver.

“I'm not wounded. There's a girl in my penthouse in Serene Heights, she was poisoned with an aphrodisiac. I want the antidote.” “Ah? Such drugs are contraband and the antidote is not ready since it's rarely used in this part of the world because of the legal repercussions of getting caught. I need two hours to fly it over from Venezuela.” He replies, the dismay obvious in his voice. “Two hours. She doesn't have twenty minutes, she's suffering. Isn't there any other way?” “Um, there are actually two methods. First, knock her out. But the side effects of not releasing the chemicals might leave her with a little problem. Two, fuck her or find someone to do it, once she orgasms a few times, she

Odessa says from behind me, and there's definitely something off about her tone. I try to gently pry Aria's fingers loose but they just tighten. That's when I notice it. Her sleeve has rolled up from the movement, exposing her wrist. And there, carved into her skin like a brand, is a symbol I recognize immediately. Three claw marks forming a triangle with a moon in the center. The mark of the Silverfang pack, it’s the one they give to their prisoners.

“This is the world and the book that those seven originals are imprisoned. Am I right, Carlos?” Winona then deduces, asking Carlos for confirmation with the tone of her voice that’s wanting only a positive response. “The seven originals?” Carlos teases, and a bit dragging the fact that Winona knew all too well by now that it was the truth. “Right,” Winona replies and quickly confirms his words. “The seven deadly sins.” Drawing a sinister smile to confirm her words. Carlos then giggles, amused by the fact that Winona is getting the hang of this little charade that they are been doing.

With my voice low and calm, smiling like I have hit the jackpot i mutter the one thing no man wants to hear. "This is a dead mans deal. If you fail to get back here in 72 hours and not a minute later... you won't live to make another bet, you won't be breathing and I will happily inform your 'Daughter' that daddy dearest died while selling her off to the highest bidder." I laugh as his body tenses and he looks like he's visibly going to be sick.

"Welcome to the slums, rich kid?" Vanessa said, her voice a low, raspy chuckle that was almost swallowed by the street noise. She was choking on laughter, a harsh, dry sound that mirrored the desperation of the night. Her eyes, filled with a cruel amusement, were fixed on the sight of Miriam, who had stumbled and fallen inside the tiny, grimy wine shop. Miriam was a crumpled heap of expensive fabric and raw terror, shivering like a cold kitten thrown out into a storm. The fear in her eyes was a sight to behold, a stark, exhilarating contrast to the contempt she had shown just moments before.

11- MY PRETTY, TERRIFIED, LITTLE SLUT 1. Alaric DeLuca. The heavy click of my master suite door shut out the quiet corridors of the estate, but it did nothing to quiet the chaos roaring in my blood. I leaned my back against the dark mahogany, my chest heaving as I finally let the aristocratic mask slip.

“You monster!” “Monster?” he said, tilting his head. “We’re just bonding, aren’t we?” “Let me out of these chains,” I said through clenched teeth. “Untie me, and I’ll give you the answer you want.” “You know very well you can do nothing,” he said coldly. He clapped his hands once, and Gamma Smiler stepped into the room, still wearing that eerie grin. “He found the wolfsbane. It all made sense after that, how you couldn’t stop staring at her pictures during the event.” He pulled out a cigar, lit it, and drew in a slow puff, the smoke curling lazily in the air.

Vincenzo and Pietro were both hesitant, but they followed his order in the end. Thus, Delina, Dante, and Sergio were walking out of the church. Once they were out of sight, both Chiara and Angelo turned to Vera, looking for an answer. “Mama, was Aunt Delina telling the truth?” Chiara asked in confusion. Vera rose from her seat and looked at Chiara. “Some things should have been buried forever… I couldn’t believe she decided to open the vault after all these years…” Delina, Dante and Sergio were seated at an Italian restaurant with Delina seated in the middle while the other two were right beside her on opposite sides of each other.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.