Just before dawn, Greed reluctantly left Sofia’s body. The night had been a blur of passion, arousal and carnality, and while Mr. Graves slept soundly beside her she quietly vacated her host, a process far more gentle than the forceful way she had possessed Sofia the night before; when she and her siblings had first been released they had been roiling with fresh energy, but now even she was almost
A fiendish smile played over Greed’s lips as the man strode into the bedroom. Fixated on the screen of his phone, he was oblivious to her presence nestled in the corner between a towering brass-framed mirror and the panelled white doors of the room’s walk-in wardrobe. Clad in a luxurious black suit and a crisp, snow-white shirt, the principal of Sofia’s university cut an undeniably fine figure. He was broad
Quietly pleased with herself, Lust admired the entourage she’d acquired on the way through the lap dancing club. Dressed like queens, the two beautiful women giggled girlishly, each sandwiched between a pair of handsome men resplendent in fine suits and polished dress shoes. The way the men ran their hands over their supple curves, it was difficult to believe none of them had ever even met before Lust swept through
‘Hey Brad,’ Wrath cooed. The sweetness of her tone was revolting on her tongue, but she wanted to lure her prey into a false sense of security before bringing his world crashing down. As she’d expected, the athletic jock was more than receptive. Crossing the room somewhat unsteadily, he beamed even as his pint sloshed over the cuff of his shirt, saturating it. There was a lustful gleam in his
As usual, the only vivacious thing about Sloth was the sordid gleam in her eye. Everything else about her person was relaxed to an almost worrying degree. She swirled the contents of her cocktail slowly, the gold glitter within shimmering as if mirroring the thick swathes of yellow-orange lights strung between the trees outside, which refracted through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows to dapple the entire room in shifting spots of
The devious smile that twisted Gluttony’s lips as she heard her soon-to-be lovers arrive home was so wide it practically tickled her ears. Just their deep voices sent shivers down her spine and she was already dripping wet at the very thought of what they’d do once they found her in the bedroom. She could hear three or four unfamiliar voices, plus one she knew, and as they approached the
Envy was reeling with sheer, mindless ecstasy. Each time she returned to the mortal realm it seemed a little more suited to her: hypersexualised celebrities strutting about inspiring insatiable jealousy into the masses with their perfect bodies and vast wealth; social media addicts perpetually wishing they were living the lives of influencers or brand ambassadors or even just friends who seemed far happier online than in reality; the endless pursuit
Strutting down the pavement, Pride wore a self-satisfied smirk as the crowds parted around him. The street was thronging with Halloween revellers – children scurrying about dressed as ghosts and zombies, twenty-something women wearing scarcely anything making their way to house parties in giggling groups, flustered parents hurrying after their kids in cheap outfits bought from the store. The air was filled with the excited buzz of their conversation, not
‘This is so dumb,’ Isaac sniffed, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair with a roll of his piercing grey eyes. ‘I mean do you losers really buy any of this voodoo crap?’ Addison leaned over and looped her arm under his, pressing herself close to him with a playful smile. ‘Not me. I’m with you on this, it’s just a waste of time. In fact, I could
