Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story 소설 & 이야기

She was a brilliant woman who could withstand any challenge. Grief, of course, came to me upon hearing the news. But I couldn’t leave my position yet—I still had to protect the borders. I had a duty to fulfill. The anger I felt made it easier to kill these wolves from the other pack. Every punch I threw carried the hatred and grief I was feeling at that moment. I punched them as if it was the end of the world. They had taken a special woman.

Genad had already placed on the anti-device, and although he had turned into an angel, the darkness within him as a demon still ran loose, and with a place filled with holiness like the heavens he would probably be scorched the moment he entered. Just as expected, at their entrance they were screened by the seven beastly statues that represented the seven deadly sins. Due to the immense hate within his heart, Genad would have been found guilty of the sin of rage but because of the device, 60% of the scrutiny was passed, and for the remaining 40% he passed by tucking his hate deep within his heart.

“While I can still feel the truth driving into me.” His breath hitched, and for a flicker of a second—he was vulnerable. Real. “She wanted more than me,” he said hoarsely. “She wanted my power. She thought if she seduced it out of me, she could control it. Rule beside me.” Lydia swallowed hard. “And?” “She used the Seventh Sin without understanding it. She called on what lives below this house. It nearly killed us both.” “What is the Seventh Sin?” He brushed her hair from her face. “It’s not just power, Lydia. It’s addiction. Once you touch it, you crave it. You beg for it. You lose yourself in it.”

"Trying to destroy the heart? By all means, try." He intentionally lowered the defenses over his chest. The Heart of Wrath sat exposed, throbbing violently. Siron lunged forward, hand outstretched to touch it. But as his fingers nearly grazed the stone, he was hit by an overwhelming wave of negative emotion: rage, hatred, pain, and betrayal. It wasn't just Alaric’s, it was the collective fury of everyone who had ever felt wrath in this place, thousands of years of accumulated hate. Siron stumbled, nearly blacking out. The heart acted like a vacuum, trying to swallow him whole.

The mattress creaked under them: her ass slapped against his thighs with wet sounds. Dorian moaned loudly as she used him. The sudden friction after so much denial felt overwhelming. Pleasure shot through his cock and balls. Her pussy was soaked and hot. It squeezed him on every downstroke. Seraph’s breasts bounced with the rhythm. Her nipples stayed hard. She placed her hands on his chest for balance. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving red marks. The sharp scratches burned on his skin. They added to the intense sensations flooding his body. Dorian’s wrists and ankles pulled hard against the cuffs. The chains rattled with each thrust. His body stayed spread open while she rode him. Swea

But it was too bad for them, how I dealt with wrath today was completely vital. One guy succumbed to his oblivion when I jabbed him straight to the nose before I did a cross-punch, while the others collapsed with their bloody faces after letting them taste my revenged uppercut. Lorenz tried to stop me when I unstoppably punched and beaten someone into a pulp—the one who was scrumptiously holding the breasts of Diane. Rage flowed through me like lava until it grew inside my stomach. It was like I let it all out like a dragon flaming everyone. My eyes were scorching with the desire of killing these bastards, burning them here until they entirely turned into useless ash.

“Because power is everything!” Sean shook his head and walked away from her, slamming the door behind him as he left the house. She really didn’t understand why he was so upset, it wasn’t like he would have to raise the baby. Dezrael had already succumbed to the darkness. Dark magic infiltrates your soul, it blackens your heart and it takes away all empathy and sense of right. Dezrael felt nothing when she thought of killing the baby inside of her. She was just a means to an end.

She cried struggling to free her hand which was being held by Dean but it was futile. Dean frowned in deep thought and he understood that something had happened which he didn't know. So he asked, “Where is Moses? Why are you here alone?” Gattina’s emotions became violent on hearing Moses's name. Her heart beat increased and her breathing became rapid and disturbing. Tears poured out of her eyes and she looked up at Dean with so much pain and suffering, “Why did you mention that scumbag?! Just why?! I hate him! I hate you all!” She screamed hard to the extent that she wasn't able to control her strength and fell into the arms of Dean who was still stunned by the pain he saw in her eyes.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.