City Of Sin Novels & Stories

He asked shifting his weight up nervously so that his fast betraying cock did not throw itself up in her ass. "Well, you're a criminal family. And I know the city doesn't just praise you for that. Your family handles half the city's needs just like the Belmonts." "So, you're trading up then, power for power." He stated in a thick voice. Sinora moved up a bit, making Cassian even more uncomfortable. He stretched himself up again to avoid contact with her entrance. "I'm trying to live and make Charles, my sister and my mother regret putting me in positions that were meant to destroy me." She muttered, leaning closer and closer to his rising dick.

I didn't understand why I was still feeling this way, the drugs should have worn off by now. Here I was in a very precarious sinful position, with only our clothes serving as barriers. And all my mind kept pushing away unsuccessfully, the thoughts of how manly he is. Everything about him permeates masculinity, dominance, and virility. No! Stop thinking of his manliness!! Stop it!!! This is a sin!!!

He wasn’t allowed to see me naked whenever he got an opportunity. “You were sleeping, I didn’t feel like waking you up so I took you here and got you in these…” He gestured to my nightwear, “By these…sinful hands,” I sighed heavily. At least he knew he was a sinful man. A night had changed everything about him in my eyes, from a gentleman to a pathetic man, it was a true journey of hatred.

“This is my underworld bastille. It’s smaller compared to the previous one, but this is hidden and prohibited to visit without my permission.” The ground was filled with dead leaves and weird statue guiding their way to the door. He called it smaller where in fact it was still huge. “This forest is called Lindilac, and this is owned by me.” I looked at him. “This is still part of the Cabrine city and I am the only member of the seven deadly sins who owned a place like this.” He explained. As soon as they went inside, screams from everywhere welcomed their ears. Although it gave satisfaction to him, but it has a an opposite effect for her.

“Access. Information. The kind of details no journalist could get their hands on.” Ava’s pulse spiked, but she kept her face neutral. “And what do you want in return?” Damian smirked. “Loyalty.” She let out a quiet laugh. “Loyalty? That’s a strange request for a journalist.” “I don’t need you to stop writing,” Damian said smoothly. “I just need you to write the right things.” Ava’s stomach twisted. “You want me to be your puppet.” “I want you to be smart,” Damian corrected. “You think you can expose this world without consequence? That you can dig into the underbelly of Sin City and come out clean?”

He swept his rough palm over his jaw and stared at the sidewalk. Sin city has lots of crazed dudes like that one. People that violates the law and drives under influence. Well, that’s why they regard it as Sin city, ‘cause here is full of drug lords, pornstars and prostitutes that does shitty things without the government interfering. If someone wants to hold their morality in check, sin city is the main city to avoid in America. As the traffic light turned green, Aiden brought his engine alive and began to dive back onto the road. His phone blared suddenly and he looks down to see Lisa’s name flashing over the screen.

I was proud of what I had built, but there was no pride in what the city had become, a safe haven for those cast out from Packs, Clans, Sleuths, and Clowders. Where the lonely and rejected came, looking for that spark they lost. Needless to say, the city has been dubbed ‘The Lonely City.' It was thriving but with all the wrong people. Drugs, prostitution, illegal fighting rings, gambling, and drinking. And I had let it become this way. I was the main antagonizer, encouraging this way of life, dominating the underworld, and allowing the scum of the realm to take up residence in my city. The other friend was kneeling before me, now sucking my cock as hard as she could, gagging, trying to fit a

[The Judas Key] The drive from the basalt sanctuary into the heart of the city was a descent into a labyrinth of light and glass. Rain slicked the asphalt, turning the streets into a shimmering, oil-stained mirror that reflected the neon advertisements of the St. Claire subsidiaries. To the world, the city was thriving; to Dante and Ivy, it was a hollowed-out carcass waiting for the final incision.

PROLOGUE After a professional feud explodes at a publishing event, fiery editor Elena and smug bestselling author Jax Hart are forced to shelter in the same mountain lodge during a snowstorm. There’s only one bed. No Wi-Fi. No escape. What starts as snarling insults becomes raw, scorching hate sex in front of the fire—fast, brutal, and addictive. And Jax? He wants a new kind of release—and he’s about to write Elena into his filthiest chapter yet.

Vladimir says. "It is only a few of the rogues. The rest of the rogues are enjoying the city of Sin. I hear that there is no law in the city of Sin. All the evil creatures can do as I want to. Humans that visit the city do not realize what is going on, and none of them are returning to their homes. Their families think that I found a job here and that they have decided to stay. That is what the other rogues told me. It looks like they have already built a big army. We will need all our wolves to fight them. I cannot believe that we will fight with you and not against you. We always thought you were our true enemy, but now we rea