Novelas y relatos de Born Of Sin Sherrilyn Kenyon

"You should have used the yellow wolfsbane, works everytime." He gasped, struggling against my grip. I smirked at his pale face as it had lost all it's color. "No one needs a priest like you, in fact, I'm doing the world a favor. You should've confessed your sins when I gave you the chance to, maybe you could've been going to a better place or else…" I trailed off, digging my claws harder into his neck. "...see you in hell." Just then, I clawed at his stomach, causing blood to splash all over myself. His lifeless body dropped helplessly to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him.

“And if you ever get the chance… you will kill him. I want him dead. Do you understand? Dead! Un-alive. Finished. Get. Rid. Of. Him! Oh… and one more person.” My blood runs cold. There’s no way I’ll do that! My head’s spinning as I stand there. I will never kill Royce. “I will give you the poison, I promise I’ll make it easy for you…” He whispers, grabbing me by the hair as he pulls me closer, his lips grazing my jaw. ‘Play it smart and play it by stealth, embrace the darkness within you…’ His sinister voice comes in my head. No…. ‘You are darkness… why do you think the goddess mated us, Skyla?’

He started rummaging around the manilla folders before sliding one across the table. I opened the folder and was surprised to see a few pictures of a beautiful woman with long chestnut hair and big round dark brown eyes. Her cheeks were pink and her full lips were plumped red, she had an elongated nose that shadowed her beauty mark above her lip. On the other side looked like information about her, 5'3, Annabella Martin, loves dogs, favorite color: is pink. "What is this?" I asked laying down the folder and resting my hand on my chin. "That is my daughter, Annabella Martin, much like you I had to put her and her mother in hiding for a while, but I couldn't bring myself to live without them."

“Greed, Pride, Lust, Envy, Glutton, Wrath and Sloth.” She chanted, all as she is learning and absorbed everything about what the dark reality is. Slowly feeds with the sins that make the world interesting and round. The blood of her mother, who is pure and true is struggling to be alive inside of her. That tiny dot of light, that her creator and very father didn’t think profoundly about. The mistake that will change everything, which is a path that HE created for HIS little traitor, but not. “You do now understand everything, right,”

No panties were visible under her short dress, only a glistening sheen of her inviting pussy, beckoning him to touch it. "S-s-so, what is a succubus, exactly?" Cole asked, trying not to stutter. Zafira sighed in disappointment. "Perhaps I spoke too soon." She crossed her legs again. "A succubus is a demon, a unique demon who brings vast amounts of sexual pleasure to weak-willed men." She leaned forward, lightly rubbing her foot against Cole's crotch and putting the deep valley of her cleavage inches from his eyes. "And consumes their souls in the process."

It was a small, subconscious gesture, but it made my chest tighten until it ached. I remembered what the doctor told me the night I brought her bloodied, broken body to my house. He had mentioned complications from a miscarriage. Those people hadn't just tried to kill her; they had ripped a life out of her before it even had a chance to begin. They were monsters. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow—that they could be so careless with a life while I had spent years of my own seeking a child I could never have. Looking at her now, I felt so angry on her behalf. They were going to pay. I would ensure their ruin was slow, public, and agonizing.

Close enough to touch, break, and enough to make her pay for the sins written into her DNA, even if she didn’t remember the man who’d given them to her, even if she’d spent her whole life running from shadows she couldn’t name. That had been the plan. Last night had been part of it. Show her what kind of man I was. Show her what happens when you defy someone like me, when you run from me, when you think you can escape the world her father helped build. Make her small enough that the fire in her died out, and make her understand that pain didn’t care about innocence, that history didn’t care if you remembered it or not. Break her just enough to make it last. I’d done worse to people who meant

"Yeah, seems Remington just opened a weapons shop with a strip club above it across from the Sanctuary. Rhys is about to have a seizure over it. He met his match in this one, and she's aware she is un-touchable. I'm only a phone call away if you need anything. I have to get back to my own club. One Van Helsing has to control his brain to run the Van Helsing Knights and keep the monsters in check. Xavier being away hasn't gone unnoticed, and Nyota isn't any damn help now since she's made it her personal mission to guard Bullet Van Helsing." "I still can't believe Rhys is going to be a father," Saint grunted. "Or that his baby is going to be named Bullet just to piss him off. I almost want to

My finger hovered over the call button , my dads number on the screen. I was hesitating , I looked at my reflection in the full length mirror that was in my room and at the bruises on my thighs evident finger marks. Then if I move my leg slightly to show my inner thigh a bite mark. Looking up my body I see more bite marks and hickeys. How would I explain those ? “ Dad the leader of the sinners has been stalking me and wants me to let him into fbi confidential information , but its ok I didn’t give him that I just let him have my body instead “

I was about to meet face-to-face with the man who took my virginity and discarded me like trash… The man who’d denied my pregnancy, gave his mother leverage to beat me to a pulp and threw me out into the rain late at night… The only man I’d ever known and loved unconditionally… until he took my heart and stomped on it like it was nothing. Tyrique Neil Sinclair.