Wrath A Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

Jes gritted her teeth at his words. "Do we have a deal Jes?" Raphael raised his brow in question, the smirk still intact on his face. "You know what you can shove your deal up your ass because I resign." Jes snarled. "Sue me!" She spat the words at him. She hated not being in control of the situation and currently, Raphael was cornering her. The smirk fell off Raphael's face at her reaction. "Is it because of who I am?" Raphael question. "You were fine before knowing that I'm Raphael Andrew." He added.

Wyatt thought to himself a question that was answered by his brother. “I cannot believe Abaddon forced me to work with you fucking idiots.” Daneil was getting angrier every time he spoke. “How about I just send you all back to her and you can find out for me and then let me know.” Wyatt heard a sword being drawn from its sheath and then silence. Wyatt couldn’t believe that the seven deadly sins were scared of Daniel. After a long pause he heard “You don’t want to do that because Mother will be sure to take it out on Elizabeth.” This time it was a woman's voice.

“W-what do you mean?” “You do understand that you are bound to me, right?” “A-and?” “I can sense your emotions… And right now, all I can feel from you is anger, the thirst for revenge against the people who wronged you. And I can make that happen, Olivia. I can help you with that revenge. I am Azazel, the Demon Prince of Wrath… I am exactly the power you will need.”

he didn't seem fazed by the topic or uncomfortable but I knew deep down he was itching for this conversation to end. "Well that clears some stuff up, at least we know the wrath I feel toward Lucifer can be justified by what I am. Then you have the undeniable pride that I've displayed over the years. I guess all I need to do is add greed, gluttony, envy, and laziness to the list and I'd be the poster boy for the seven sins." "You're only half demon, Zion." "So I only experience half the amount of the deadly sins. You do realize how ridiculous that sounds?" I quizzed with a quirked brow.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

Had proven to the kingdom and to God that his loyalty to righteousness superseded his loyalty to blood. It had killed him. Every day since, it had killed him again and again, in small increments, until he wasn’t sure what was left inside his chest besides the specific machinery of survival. And now his brother’s son a boy Marcus had held as an infant, had taught to ride, had believed capable of greatness was committing the same sin. The same corruption. The same betrayal of everything Marcus had sacrificed to prevent. The candles flickered.