City Of Sin Novels & Stories

The engine was off and the garage was quiet and the city outside was a low, distant sound, and I sat with my hands on the steering wheel and let the afternoon settle inside me the way sediment settles after water is disturbed — slowly, without rushing, because rushing it would only cloud everything further. My father had written five words in the margin of a file about a building fire, and four people had died in that building, and two of them had been Lara's parents, and he had kept the folder on the lowest shelf of the library in his Greenwich house for eight years — not locked, not buried, but visible. I picked up my phone and called Benjamin. He answered on the second ring. "Hey; how was

So trust me when I say that Sin's taking out a man like Fabian did the world all a favour. " Really?" I scoffed: "Like Sin isn’t any different from him. After all, he happens to be their boss, which makes him the biggest scumbag in the world.” The fury in my eyes is visible. I was pissed. pissed at the world, pissed at what had happened, pissed for having let sin win. I was pissed at myself for still wanting his touch. Maybe you are right, or maybe not. But you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Sin might look cold, intimidating, and emotionless, but trust me when I say he has a heart, one you are yet to unlock."

Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years. Nevertheless, when Zach was finally released ten years later, my daughter was already in grade school. He tried to find us, but we had moved out, and the city where we used to live had also changed drastically. With his parents gone too, he didn't even have a place to stay. He ended up fighting for turf with some homeless bums under a bridge, who eventually mobbed him and beat him to death, while his rotting corpse was only found after putrefaction. As it happened in some quiet far flung corner, there were no cameras, and the perpetrators were never found.

There was something about him that motivated me to show off, to speak. "Well... Sometimes I've thought this city was created by the seven deadly sins." He raised his eyebrows. "I mean it. These sins are created within each great city, but not precisely that. Some people have all of them, others are missing one or two, and it's crazy, you know? Maracaibo was formed by them, not the other way around... It's just what I think, don't take it so literally." "No, no, go on, I'm listening."

"So I expect you to do a good job." "Fine, when do we start?" "Now." He pulled her up from the chair, stripped her naked in seconds, and carried her out to the expansive private balcony overlooking the glittering city skyline. The night air was cool against her bare skin, the stars bright above them. Damon pinned her against the thick glass railing. Her tits pressed against the cold surface. He spread her legs and stroked his cock on her soaked slit. “Tell me who you belong to,” he growled..

Then he slid behind the wheel and the city lights started sliding past the windows. Silence settled over us like a heavy blanket. I didn’t fight it. My eyes drifted shut, half-asleep, half-drowning in the warm buzz of the alcohol. When the car finally stopped he tapped my shoulder. “We’re here.” I refused to open my eyes. “Leave me alone,” I muttered. “It’s warm here. I wanna sleep.” He didn’t argue. The door opened. Cool air rushed in. I cracked my eyes just enough to see the sleek front of a penthouse building, all glass and quiet money.

That's the beauty of power: the threat is enough. The room exhales when I'm a few steps away and I hold back the laugh that wants to bubble out of me. Pathetic. I don't glance back. I don't acknowledge the whispers. I built this city on silence and consequences, and everyone knows the rules: I don't forget. I don't forgive. Not anymore. They think the monster makes me untouchable. They're wrong. The monster just keeps me alive. For now. Authors note - Okay, before you jump in — let’s set the vibe.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

Maddox might fall short in those areas but money and business was his speciality. For instance, Sin City sat at the centre of the night city, drawing in only those with affluence and money. Sin City, the best bet for the wealthiest and the more secure from the paparazzi. Now that Maddox thought about it, it's been a while since a field day with the paparazzi. It helped that they didn't know who he was to the establishment. As Maddox stared out the window in his office, he contemplated investing in real estate. Sin City could only remain at its peak for so long. Nothing lasted forever, just like the organization back in Italy. Whatever racked in more money…

But instead, I found myself lingering on the sidewalk, the city’s noise filling the space he’d left behind. Something was unfolding here and whether it was danger, opportunity, or both… I couldn’t yet tell. The city lights flickered to life as I climbed the stairs back to my apartment, the cool night air wrapping around me like a whisper. I felt the pulse of the evening, the hum of life and secrets that never quite sleep here in the city. The same city I thought I knew, but somehow, tonight, it felt like an unknown. I unlocked my door with a hand that trembled slightly, though I told myself it was just the chill. Inside, silence greeted me like an old friend, but my thoughts were anything bu