Willy Wonka 7 Sins Novels & Stories

Trying to boast, Minnie flashed her silver bracelet at Miley and complained loudly, "God, that wench's disgusting blood has stained my bracelet! Do you think Zagreus is going to be mad?" The bracelet looked familiar. I spat out some blood from my mouth and smirked. Ruth was stunned and loosened her grip. The rag fell from my mouth, and I sneered. "Check the bracelet. It has the letters 'L-I-L-I-T-H' carved onto it, right?" Minnie removed the bracelet, doubt creeping in as she examined it. Her face turned stormy. "Let me and my best friend go, and I promise you, we won't ever show up in Hanttye again! We won't even be on the Pendragons' radar!" I said.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Then, the question hit me like a bolt of lightning;Where am I? I tried to steady my breathing as my eyes scanned around the room, Landing on the silver coated mirror and my breathing hitched. I was completely naked. The curtain slipped from my fingers, but I didn’t care. My reflection stared back at me, eyes wide, lips parted. My body was littered with marks—faint red bruises blooming on my neck, between my breasts, on my thighs. And just like that, it all came flooding back. Last night. The party. The drinking. The way I sneaked out of the kitchen—leaving my mother behind, roasting duck and humming under her breath—just to get a taste of what it felt like to be seen. To be someone.

Now, he wanted to. “Don’t think too much, Sarang.” His lips curved into a slow, sinister smile. “Let’s make a deal.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin as he murmured his next words. “You’ll give birth to my child.” “I... I’m not doing anything like that. I won’t,” I stammered, shaking my head as my voice trembled. He stood in front of me, smirking cruelly, unaffected by the panic in my eyes.

Willow’s POV “What the hell do you mean I’m seven weeks pregnant? You’re lying! This just must be some sort of sick joke!” I boom, grabbing back the sonogram and only now noticing that it says, “ARCHFIEND WILLOW” at the top right corner in small white imprint. Then, it really hits me. “Of fuck…” I gasp, clasping my hand over my mouth in disbelief, even though I know for certain it’s true. It’s true and all my fault.

Trigger Warnings: Public indecency, group sex (MFM), voyeurism, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, and explicit language. Lena The engine of the Midnight Express hummed a low, vibrating frequency that seemed to settle directly in my crotch. The cabin was dimly lit, the air smelling of old vinyl, cold rain, and the thick, suffocating scent of male aggression. I sat in the back row, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. To my left was Cassian, and to my right was his brother, Silas. Both of them were broad-shouldered, sharp-jawed, and possessed a territorial hunger that I had felt since the moment I boarded three stops ago.

Every thrust made my body shake. His heavy balls slapped against my clit. My juices ran down my thighs. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back while fucking me. His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “You like that?” he growled in my ear. “You like your stepbrother’s cock stretching this pussy?” “Yes… fuck yes,” I moaned. The taboo words made me even wetter. He fucked me faster. The kitchen filled with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and my loud, shameless moans.

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

“ I’ll handle it “ I snap. I flick the joint at Joker and he jumps up brushing the lit joint off his jeans with a curse. “ Dick “ he mutters, glaring at me. I smirk and stand to my full height , Joker was tall , but I was taller. “ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them.