City Of Sin Novels & Stories

I thought the pregnancy kit was faulty so I had opted for the strip instead and reality dawned on me like a hot volcano, I suddenly needed water as my throat became parched with dryness and I didn't know when the tears slipped rapidly from my eyes. I was a mess, my life decided to take a perfect turn just when my stepfather was about to marry me off to a Mafia Don to clear the debt they had been owing for decades. This was worse than death, carrying a child for another man and getting prepared to marry Silvio Damonte, the Ruthless Mafia Don in Talim City.

But the truth was far more dangerous—and far more beautiful. The Devil’s City was a marvel of dark enchantment, a kingdom of eternal twilight kissed by the silver glow of a crescent moon. Its towering blackstone buildings glistened like polished obsidian under the soft, ethereal glow that bathed the city in a perpetual soft, dreamlike hue. The air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of night-blooming flowers that lined the streets, their petals a kaleidoscope of deep crimson, violet, and gold. Intricate lanterns hung from elegantly wrought iron posts, illuminating the cobbled streets with a warm, golden light that danced with an unnatural grace, casting moving shadows that seemed to flicke

POV: Dante The city glittered beneath me like a kingdom built on lies. I stood alone on the penthouse balcony, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey while cold night air swept through the skyline of Aether City. Far below, traffic lights blurred into rivers of gold and red, reflecting against rain, slick streets like blood beneath neon. Most people looked at this city and saw power. Opportunity and luxury. I saw rot. Every building hidden behind me had been built with secrets, betrayal, and violence. Men smiled in public while ordering executions in private. Politicians shook hands with killers. Criminals disguised themselves as businessmen.

The "Universal Audit" signal was not a suggestion; it was a "Total System-Command." As Ethan Hawke stood in the "Shattered" remains of the penthouse, the "Acoustic Noise" of the city below changed from a panicked hum to a "High-Frequency" scream of sirens and "Mechanical" locks. The "City of Stone" was no longer a "Gilded" home—it had been "Hard-Reset" into a "Total Sector Killing Floor."

Her breasts were so huge that I ended up slurping her alluring peaks even more. Curling my fingers on her hair, I pressed my lips on hers again. I tried to be gentler as much as possible, despite whatever longing I was feeling. I didn’t understand anymore why I was craving for more. God, please forgive me because I no longer knew what was happening to me at this time! Forgive me because I could no longer restrain myself from the mortal sin I was about to commit tonight. She seemed to be crying, but I did not care. I could not stop it anymore, so I stood up, hurriedly took off all my clothes, and threw them somewhere in my room. Lust was enveloping my entire body, and my sex drive was rising

" Unless you have Figured things out, I don't want you to go back to where you were. " I tried to smile to show a friendly gesture but instead it came out as a painful wince. Friendly smiles are not something that children who have been exposed to the streets are used to making, the range of smiles their are from seductive to calculating. I moved forward and wrapped my hands around him in a hug. Was their anybody in the world who understood me more than he did? He wrapped his hands around me and I inhaled his scent. His chest was well tanned and broad because of working out regularly. He had that body of a sex god, the ones that girls loved and often people would stop to admire and tell h

It was impossible for someone to stay there. Half an hour later we entered in a city. The city was not very populated. Tall buildings, trees, markets and shops were . People were busy with their own work. Some people stopped to look at the cars of hunters. For any one it was weird to see so many expensive cars driving off at the same time and direction. It was nothing new hunters filthy rich. Just wish that the money was not made by taking someone's life but unfortunately the money is made by taking someone's life.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

I liked the name. I paused taking a moment to think about it, really fucking think about it. Did I want to go down this road with him? Did I want to fuck a man and then leave the city the next day and never see him again? I did. Of course I did. Damian gripped my cheek, gentle but firm enough to face my head into his direction. He bent down when he spoke softly,”I want to know the name of the woman I’m fucking tonight.” Woah.

“ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them. Just as I am about to exit the office, Saint calls out. “ Make a move Carnage “ he snaps knowing full well where I was going. I grunt sounding like Beast as I take off to get my fix.