Novel & Cerita Wrath: A Seven Deadly Sins Story

(THE LAST TWO SINS) “SIN OF WRATH AND GLUTTONY.” Nate whispers, for the two of them finally got into the point where Aira will now only inform him of the last two embodiments of the sins. Which the first, the sin of wrath is someone that he expects to be the worst out of the bunch. “Very well.” Aira immediately gave him what he wanted. Now with the softer tone and mood, defining her ideals and heart of hating the sin of greed more than anyone else among the entire seven.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.

"Decide what it's for." "What do you mean?" "Anger without direction is just weight," she said. "Direct it at something useful; use it to build rather than burn." She paused. "What do you want, Lara? Not what you owe yourself, not what is fair — what do you *want?*" I sat with that question for a long, quiet moment.

He smiled at the startled old man. "I recommend that you speak with Pride and Sloth first. It's much easier to negotiate with those two than with Wrath." It remained silent. The old man fixed his gaze on the briefcase. Sandoval seems to have given up hope of getting its way. "Mr. Sandoval, do you already understand what's going on? If it had just been me, I could have taken you off the list right away. The issue is that you made a mistake at the wrong time and in the wrong place. I'm Lust, one of The Seven Sins Association's seven founders. Don't you think my friends could be here in my kingdom? Particularly those three, the triad."

“Your sin is unforgivable now. You know all about your curse, yet you behaved like a beast in both realms and killed many innocent souls. No matter, you have faced a lot and you have a painful past. But you have harmed many people in your anger. Throwing anger on innocent and punishing them for no reason is a sin. You act ruthless, cruel, and dominating Alpha in your pack, but you are alone now in your pack. Your followers rejected your evil plans of ruling the werewolf realm. Alphas should be strong, powerful, and kind enough to lead a pack and protect them against the enemies but you forced them to obey you. You planned against your fellow packs. That’s why destiny has planned worse for y

The guards do as they are told. And now, I am alone with the bloodsucker devil. Ignoring the way my heart is now hammering against my ribs, I lift my chin defiantly at him, rubbing my wrists and boldly speaking out the first words in my mind. “I don't care who you are, but if you are going to kill me, do it quickly because I won’t beg for mercy.” He says nothing in response, but he rises slowly from the throne, his broad shoulders and intimidating height instantly making me gulp.

He took another step forward until the two men were nearly chest to chest, “Crown blood. Strong womb. That makes her mine. I’m the one with the highest points this week. You want to challenge that, Rage? Right here?” Reaper’s smirk widened “I’ll paint the concrete with your guts and still take her while your corpse lays there.” Rage’s face twisted with pure fury. I could see it now.. the history between them. These two were rivals. Long-standing. Blood had been spilled between them before, over points, over status, over the best women in the pens.

"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.

It is often a sign of recognition. Irresistible Sin is written for readers who understand that morality is not always black and white. That people can hold strong values and still falter. That love can be sincere even when it is complicated. And that sometimes the hardest battles are not between good and evil, but between restraint and truth. This is also a story that respects emotional boundaries. While it explores desire, connection, and temptation, it does so with intention. The focus is not on excess, but on meaning. On what it feels like to want something deeply, to resist it earnestly, and to question who you become in the process.

I gasped, pulling my hand back, my breath hitching. Dante stopped walking. He looked at the statue, then at me. His eyes narrowed. "You saw something." "You... you can't touch anyone," I whispered, the realization hitting me harder than the vision. "The stories are true. Your touch is lethal." Dante’s expression didn't change, but the shadows in the corners of the room deepened, creeping across the floor toward my shoes. "My touch brings decay. To humans, it is agony. To my own kind, it is a slow death. It is the price for the power I wield."