City Of Sins Novels & Stories

It was exactly midnight. Dante was sitting in front of the operation room, pressing his hands together while looking up in the ceiling. “I know I am a terrible person. I have committed a lot of sins and I don’t deserve to be forgiven by you.” He spoked. “But Victoria and the baby inside of her are innocent.” Tears started to gather around the rim of his eyes. “So please God, if you actually exist, please save both of them.” He was holding on to the necklace Victoria was wearing last time. He knew what it was, one of the item that was supposed to be auctioned at Sergio’s auction.

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

On the other hand, Francis explained to Philip the internal workings of Sin Capital. Sin Capital was divided into four areas—the outer city, the inner city, the core area, and the pivot area. Bizarre Bazaar occupied the outer city area. At this time, they had just entered the inner city.

THIRD PERSON POV The city looked different from this side of it. Not the glass and marble of uptown, not the prim, manicured blocks where doormen tipped their hats and women carried little dogs in designer bags. No, here the air tasted of rust and rain-soaked asphalt. The buildings sagged inward, windows boarded or spiderwebbed with cracks, the kind of places rats claimed long before tenants. Caroline hated it. Every second. Every step that scuffed grime onto her heels. And all of it—every single miserable turn that had landed her in this rotting corner of the world—she laid at Aaron Sinclair’s feet.

Evelyn's pov I wasn't myself until the moment I saw myself in the bustling city of Talim, my eyes widened and sanity returned immediately with tears welled in my eyes. “What am I doing here?” My lips trembled as I stared back, hoping I know that way back to Vlad's mansion but it was filled with tall buildings, skyscraper companies and the familiar scent of the fresh air that brushed through my nose and I gritted in anger and pain. I was used, and fucking hypnotized because there's no way on earth I'll be suddenly back here without even trying.

With a decisive nod, Sorin extended his hand—a silent pledge of alliance forged in the shadows of a city that thrived on ambition and intrigue. As they shook hands, Sorin felt a surge of adrenaline course through him—a thrill of uncertainty mingled with the heady rush of newfound possibilities. Little did he know, this clandestine meeting would set in motion a chain of events that would test his loyalties, unravel long-held secrets, and force him to confront the darkest corners of his soul. With the taste of Zavaris Merlot still lingering on his lips, Sorin stepped into the night—a man divided between duty and desire, ambition and integrity, on a path that would lead him deeper into the hear

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

"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..

Outside, the city was awake — people rushing to work, businesses opening, life continuing as if nothing dangerous was already in motion beneath it all. But Adrian wasn't part of that rhythm. Not today. His phone remained in his hand for a moment before he locked the screen and set it aside. Everything was already in place. All that was left… was execution. The car turned off the main road, heading deeper into the quieter outskirts of the city. The kind of place where normal people didn't go — and dangerous people met without interruption. A place without records. Without witnesses. Without mercy. Adrian didn't speak the entire ride.