Heat Sans Sin Novels & Stories

ERICA With each step I took into the dimly lit room, my heart raced like a runaway train. The club was alive with flashing lights, loud music, and the scent of alcohol and sweat. The heavy bass vibrated through my chest, but it couldn’t drown out the anxiety roaring inside me. I felt naked, though I wasn’t fully bare—just barely covered in thin straps of lace that left very little to the imagination.

Sin could barely contain his excitement as it bubbled out of him, "I can finally go on a run with you guys." I hummed in response, "I think it's best we spend a few days camping out and training you so you don't lose control again. Did anyone at your school see you?" Sin stilled and offered me a serious expression, "No. When my body became too hot and my muscles were too painful I left and came straight home. I wanted to call you guys but I was focusing on not shifting on the way here. Then, when I got here, I was in too much pain to even think. It was blinding. Luckily, Dea came along. Like she was meant to be there in that moment, you know." He shot Dea a thankful look from where he stood.

The other men was shouting something but she couldn’t hear anything. Her hand felt weak that she couldn't even lift it up. She faintly saw how Dye's expression darkened and a creaking sound made all the men stopped. There were cracks everywhere as if the air broke into thousand of pieces while Dye's blood painted his knuckles. “Damn it!” She heard a silent cursed and when she looked at the man's side profile, she realized something. Yes! He was one of the seven deadly sins. Jack the sin of lust. One of the king's in the Cabrine city. But, why did he harmed her? As far as she remembered, the seven of them were the closest friends, so why would he hurt her?

He smirked slightly, recalling how she dashed out of his office as if he would kill her. But he won't deny the fact that he liked it. He knows it's forbidden, that's why it's attracting him more. Alluring him to do something sinful. He was no saint, more like the devil. Though he appears like a respectful man, he has taken enough souls that if some sane person knew they would stay miles away from him. In his world, he was the most ruthless of his kind. A merciless beast. Both vicious and powerful. The great Alpha Xander Colt of Moon pack.

Schuyler Garret moves, allowing us to walk past him into a long, dark hallway, illuminated only by rope lighting at the bottom of each wall. Midway, a spotlight brightens the black wall with the word “Fringe” in deep red paint. Calvin points to the opposite wall where a plaque declares this the selfie station. It invites patrons to take selfies for social media and use the tags #Fringe, #FringeDesMoines, and #FringeSpeakeasy. In large, bold, red font, the plaque instructs guests to shut off their cell phones as Fringe is a phone free club. It further explains that any patrons caught using a phone may not return or use the Fringe app for 12 months.

Sasha Jones Morales He did not come. I didn't even want him to come at first and he didn't come. What asshole? Who does he think he is, canceling appointments without warning! What was I thinking anyway? That he would rush to my door like a love-starved teenager? “He’s really a big coward.” I blurt out while rolling a joint. I need to relax. When I'm in such an angry state, there are only two things that can calm me down. Sex or a joint. The best is when it's both but you can't have everything in life.

When Prez walked into a room, he demanded attention, like a king at court, all heads snapped in his direction no matter where he was. And Sin barely registered as a jester! “Sin,” Prez sighed, not even trying to hide his annoyance. “What are you doing here?” “Why, I came for the slaughter,” Sin snickered, practically bouncing towards us. “You didn’t think I was going to miss another chance at seeing Haley humiliate you, now did you?” And that’s why everybody hates Sin!

There's an obvious tension between us now, that I'm not going to acknowledge. "Ready?" he asks. I shove my hands in my thick coat, having been warned earlier by Hale that we would be going to another cold climate. "I suppose." "Remember, you may be able to handle him, but you are mortal," Hale says lightly, adjusting his gloves. I nod numbly, although his words sting more than I expected him to. "You're saying he could kill me?" He shrugs, although his distant gaze suggests there's going to be more to this exchange then he is willing to share. "I've never known Sinful to kill without necessity. Not these days, anyway."

This applause wasn't coming from a clean heart; it felt like a noose tightening around my neck. Anger, hot and blinding, surged through my veins, temporarily drowning out my fear. I violently threw my handbag to the floor. The cheap zipper split, and the contents spilled across the linoleum. My makeup rolled away, the thick cheque fluttered into the dust, and right there, in plain sight, fell my torn, soaked thong and the crumpled lace bra from the VIP booth. I didn't care. I didn't give a damn about the modesty I had left.

He looked hungry. "You're a brat," he whispered, leaning back against the desk. He rolled his sleeves up, exposing his forearms, strong, tanned, and covered in a light dusting of dark hair. "You spend the whole class looking at me like you want to devour me, and then you stay behind to provoke me. Do you have any idea how dangerous this is for me?" "Is it just dangerous for you?" I asked, stepping into his personal space. The smell of him hit me, the masculine scent that made my stomach flip. I put my hand on the desk, right next to his hip. I could feel the heat taking him off .