Novel & Cerita Wrath Sins

Gluttony would earn you a meal of rodents and reptiles forced down your throat, lust results in fire and brimstone to smother you, wrath would earn you dismemberment, sloth gets the snake pit, pride gets you broken on a wheel. I’m not a fan of folklore ideas, I like to be more personal in my punishments than that. I looked at the first person in front of me, still laying on the ground, I sat on my heels and stared into his eyes. The first one was named Ryan, and his sins were wrath and lust; he assaulted multiple women, so his afterlife would consist of being shackled to a wall and having a carrot peeler taken on his most prized possession. I may take off his fingers one by one as well, depe

Lust kneeled on the ground crying while his lover Greed console him who has a grim face, Gluttony and Sloth mouth agape as their eyes going red, tears threatening to spill from their eyes when they saw how Wrath fell and blood seeped out on his chest and mouth. Jophiel's ones lovely golden eyes now slowly turned to crimson red and a pinkish hue. His ones white as snow, now a crimson red color. His aura a dark one as blood and thorny roses emerge from her. Wrath seeing his beloved Jophiel in this though in pain, touched his cheeks tenderly trying to calm him. But Jophiel continued to released blood and thorny roses that seem to flood the whole ground and all fell on the ground as they choked

" Bring him to earth. You managed to convince him to help humans once, you can do it again. I doubted. Tennebris only agreed to do something because he felt in debt when I allowed him to get out of hell after so many millennia of exile. Now I had nothing but our friendship to be able to persuade him. And someone like the sin of Wrath did not let himself be manipulated only by sentimentality. "Tennebris is the sin of Wrath... He does not know how to contain himself when he is angry, and his mere presence is enough to make humans feel a little exalted. "It doesn't matter," Anne said in a tone of despair." Elena, we are going to die. I don't want to die. I have to live. And if you ally us to ca

He just grabbed my waist and started controlling my body as he kept slamming non-stop into me from below. I grabbed his knees and tried to steady myself, but the pain was too much and he just kept slamming his cock in and out of me from underneath, his grip on my waist tightening as he kept hammering up into me relentlessly, each thrust forcing my body upward on his lap before he'd yank me back down, over and over, without pause, without mercy, like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

He hadn’t been good enough five years earlier, and now they weren’t good enough for him. Jake had money now. He had freedom. But no amount of money could buy back who he was before prison. That man was dead. Jake Savage walked into that prison, but Wrath had walked out. The name he’d earned through blood, violence, and murder. Prison had turned him into a hardened criminal, one that didn’t blink at the thought of taking a man’s life. He was a man forged in flames, forged in blood and violence. Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid.

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.

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.

The flat of the belt stung sharply, not hard enough to bruise but enough to make her jolt forward against the display case. Heat bloomed across her skin. Another slap, then another, across her ass cheeks, the backs of her thighs, the sensitive underside where ass met thigh. Each strike made her gasp and moan. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing every time the leather connected. “Look at you,” Grayson said, his voice velvet-smooth and cruel. “The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.”

"Dress in the black suit. The one that makes you look like you’re heading to a war room. Because when we walk down those stairs, that’s exactly where we’re going." As Roman walked out of the room to face his father, he realized the "Sinful Virtue" of the day: He was no longer protecting his family from her. He was protecting her from his family. And God help anyone who stood in his way.

Is written in blood above its head. I won't lie and say I'm not terrified. I am, I'm extremely terrified. Each time my eyes scan the walls my fear gets intense. I am however also feeling immensely disgusted and angry. All these feelings are mixing up together to form an unstable potion inside of me. A potion that ignites my rage, more especially my thirst for revenge. My bloody thirst for revenge. I've never felt it at such an intensity before. I just want to tear everything apart. I feel myself sinking into a dark place hidden deep in my mind. A dark place that holds the animalistic side of me. The sound of a speaker crackles through the place. A faint deep voice calls out to me. It snaps m