City Of Sins Novels & Stories

And for a moment, I believed him. We stood there in the middle of a city that never slept, surrounded by skyscrapers and neon lights, and I didn’t feel small. I felt seen. Understood. Like somehow, in the middle of all the noise and chaos, we had carved out a quiet place just for us. Lucian looked away, turning toward the skyline. His profile was sharp and beautiful, cast in gold by the glow of the streetlamps. His grip on my hand tightened just slightly, just enough to remind me he was still there. Still holding on.

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

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.

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

AURORA'S POV I think I'm mesmerized by the sight of him. It seems as if I just summoned a demon from hell to fight my battles. I hate the sight of blood, but at this moment, I can't help but cry in relief as I see the blood staining his hands. Knowing that it belongs to the beasts who wanted to devour me. He throws the thug away and he hits the wall convulsing. His men who were chasing after him finally catch up and fall on the thugs, giving them the beating of their lives. The sound of crushing bones suddenly doesn't feel offensive to me, I like it even.

I would be a fool not to make the most of it. However, his daughter wasn't innocent either. Surely, she knew of her father's job, how he was and given the information I had read on them, they were the perfect family. They had the perfect reputation, the perfect relationship with each other. Killian Hart had some nerves, ruining my life, taking my father away from me while he lived his perfect life with his family. But that wasn't going to last. I was not going to let it last. First, I'll take his daughter from him, ruin his reputation by using her, then I'll destroy his business and hurt him. When he will beg for his life back, for his reputation, for his precious daughter, only then shall I

Book 2: Unraveled, 7 Deadly Sins: Gluttony Montana I hate Las Vegas, and I hate girls’ trips. How stupid must I be? “Let’s fly to Vegas for two days. It’ll be fun! Just us girls shopping, eating, gambling, and dancing.” I spoke those words. How innocent I thought their meaning to be. Our other girls’ trips were fun. We let loose, we partied, and we returned to Iowa prepared to resume our daily lives.

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.