Zeno Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

He asked. William scoffed "Sins?" He asked and they were confused. Bishop Daimon answered him instead "yes, sins!" He paused walking forward "I saw the seven deadly sins!" He replied. William laughed walking pass the bishop "You know a lot bishop but this time, you're wrong." He said. Bishop Daimon was confused by William's conclusion about him "What does that suppose to mean?" He inquired. William stopped beside the bishop "It means you're mistaking the seven deadly sins with the Incessants. You're slightly right about them been seven but they aren't sins." He explained.

I asked him in my pillow talk voice. “Hm?” Came his hum of a response, I could feel the rumbling in his chest as he made the sound against my back. “My dad… my mom mentioned that my dad had committed all seven sins and that it was game over for him, what does that mean?” Damien took a long inhale “It means that he is a level four now.”

My voice filled the throne room, echoing through the empty wall back to me as I laid lazily on the throne. My throne. "So when does the plan commends?" I felt the darkness in me switch and the smell of the seven deadly sin fill every edge of the room. Wrath Lust Pride Envy Greed Sloth Gluttony "Erasmus" At the mention of his name, he appeared like fog, looking like the darkness and wearing his crooked smile. As always his two partners flock his side. The lord of the seven deadly sins and his demoness, he takes no pleasure other than his kind.

His bullet got pierced inside that man's heart which immediately started leaking blood. He saw him falling on the ground with a loud thud and witnessed his soul getting snatched out of his body through his eyes. He grinned, diabolically by seeing his lifeless opened eyes which could be terrifying for any normal person but it was not for him. Stepping closer to that man's dead body, he saw his reflection flashing on that man's soulless eyes which gave him the satisfaction he was craving to have and that was who…. RICCARDO ALFANSO was….a treacherous sinner wrapped in the facade of a saint.

I stared at him, my heart turning to stone. Not a single person in this room had a shred of decency. I had completely underestimated Luca. In the three years I’d known him, he’d played the role of the steady, reliable heir perfectly. He always told me he loathed betrayal. Turns out, he was just a hell of a liar. I looked up, my eyes raw as I met his gaze. Seeing the sudden coldness in my expression, he faltered. "Angelina? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

The man who also wanted her dead. "What if I told you that I know the truth?" Isaac's voice was a hiss now. "What if I told you that I know Arthur Blackthorne killed your mother?" I felt the air leave my lungs. What was he saying? "He’s just using you," Isaac continued. "I want you to stay close to him. I want you to find his weak spots. And then, I want you to tear his empire down from the inside. Do it for her. Do it for your mother."

The hammer came down on another finger, and blood splattered across the table and Sebastian’s face. In the dim light, his contorted expression made him resemble the devil. The room went silent as his demonic look sent a chill down everyone’s spine. Watching his ruthless side was something his soldiers and Capos got used to. In just two years, they saw terrible horrors. Sebastian’s revenge had no limits, and the last traitor met an even more brutal end. “Don’t play with your life. I won’t give you a third chance. Give me the name,” he warned.

Damien Voss. Even seated, he dominated the room. Tall, powerfully built, with broad shoulders that filled his impeccably tailored black suit. Midnight hair swept back from a sharp, aristocratic face. A faint scar cut through one dark eyebrow, and his steel-gray eyes held the cold calculation of a man who had ordered deaths before breakfast and never lost sleep over it. At thirty-four, he ruled the Voss Syndicate with an iron fist wrapped in velvet. Ruthless in business. Merciless to enemies. Legend said he never raised his voice — he didn’t need to.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

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.