WRATH
I was Beast's brother. The most vicious of the Sins. The most vengeful.
I was Wrath.
My name was the sound of a thunderclap. Of a sharp crack in dry earth, of an explosion.
Blood was destined to fall around me. It was the colour of my eyes and my soul—and I would spare no one.
Not even my sweet, innocent mate.
PATIENCE
Patience. The soft parting of the lips around the 'p' and the gentle syllable of the 'sh.' My name stood for ease. For care and for mercy.
Once upon a time, in a dark corner of hell, every Virtue was allocated a mate. A Sin.
And every Virtue had something to offer their Sin.
Balance. Faith. Love.
I had nothing. Wrath tore through the shackles of my restraint. I was supposed to be patient but I struggled around him.
This isn't a love story. Because if Wrath and I ever fall—we'll fall in hate.
Not in love. Never in love.
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Originally, I was going to keep the rest of the stories of the Sins and Virtues short but I feel like they deserve so much more.
If you haven't already, I highly recommend reading Pandora's Box before Prince of Blood.
Remember to turn that star orange <3
Love,
Laila.
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Prince of Blood | 18+
Romance"Beg me," he snarled, his lips skimming the shell of my ear. My knees almost buckled as he pushed a single finger into me. I looked up at him - at those crimson menacing eyes, gasping as his thumb stroked up my slit. "Make me." - Once upon a time...
