King Of Sin Ana Huang Novels & Stories

Cain paused but both Riccardo and Aniya understood what he was trying to say. Aniya exhaled a heavy breath as she was feeling extremely bad and remorseful after seeing Nina's vulnerable condition because she knew somehow they were responsible for this state of her. She should have been careful with her presence but she turned careless and it made that little girl suffer so much and so badly who was her guest here and her responsibility to take care of but she completely failed to take care of her and her responsibility. “I am really very s…” Aniya tried to apologise to Cain but before she could do that, his phone started ringing. Cain took out his phone and Riccardo noticed Cain's facial exp

I tell him trying to sound casual but inwardly I cry. “The last candidate for the afternoon is Renatta Lambert, I must warn you she is a bit... how to say it... it is better if you see it for yourselves” Alena informs us. She is a tall and slim girl, wrapped in a neon pink mini dress, with a white wide belt, some platform shoes in the same color of the belt, her platinum blonde hair which almost reaches her waist she wears it in waves, she carries a handbag on her shoulder in the same tone of the dress.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

"Stay away from my friends. If you try to be stubborn about it, life in the dungeon awaits you." "Let go of me, Laurent. Your friend disgusts me just as you do. I'll never be with them if they were the last person in the world." "I'm glad we have the same thought." He released his grip on me, and I huffed. "You look pissed," Sinclair said as he stepped beside me. "Ask your brother." "I know only Laurent can make you this mad." He chuckled. And I shrugged. "How are you holding up?" He asked. "I feel like shít," I mumbled, glaring at the stage, which was filled with high-ranked pack members. Only two seats were left vacant, which were for Sinclair as the King and Alpha and Artemisia as the que

They’ve served me the best revenge, but at what cost? “Let’s go, princess.” Zane murmurs against my skin and sweeps me off my feet before I can protest. Oh, god… I guess I’m about to find out the price of aging with the devil. “Watch me ruin you!” Sofia barks, now standing in front of me to get every damn thing recorded. Without warning, Zane walks past her with my legs in her face. She’s not quick to dodge, I kick her hands, knocking her new phone on the hard floor. She screams as it crashes, the sound of glass breaking delights me.

But just as oblivion beckoned, voices approached from the corridor—clipped and commanding. "I must lay eyes on this omega the Moon Goddess dared to tether you to," came a woman's voice, silky and laced with venom. The door flew open without ceremony. She entered first: tall and regal, with raven hair swept into an intricate updo that gleamed like polished obsidian under the lantern light. This was likely Lady Seraphine, the esteemed consort from the visiting Silverfang pack, whose arrival had the entire stronghold buzzing with anticipation. Alpha Draven followed close behind, his jaw set like granite, emerald eyes as frigid as winter frost.

My vision blurred, terror and guilt mixing inside me. “We’re done,” he muttered. “Leave quietly.” And I did. God forgive me, I walked out with another woman’s child, and I told the world my real daughter had died. I did it as a mother. A terrified, desperate mother. But a sin is still a sin. And watching Nina grow into this bitter, angry thing… watching Amara suffer for something she had no hand in… it is swallowing me whole. My fingers trembled as I bit down on one to keep from screaming.

“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

The cogs wouldn't stop turning in my head. There hadn't been anyone around when Lola and I were at those two places. How could anyone have taken photos of us in the first place? I picked up my phone again, trembling hard as I typed out a reply to the anonymous sender. "Who are you? And how did you find out about this?" The reply was quick. "You don't have to care who I am. Just transfer 500 thousand dollars to this bank account if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'm going to sue you for rape!"

The nightmares started again, the palace never truly slept, even at the third hour of the night when the kingdom of Anaktora was swallowed in shadow and silence, king Aaron sat alone in his chambers trembling because the dreams were coming again and this time more scary. It always started the same way. Atlas was standing in the Royal hall dressed in the full regalia of a crown Prince to be, the nobles were there watching. Even the council, the entire Court held its breath as Atlas walked into the hall holding hands with a man. Atlas bowed in front of his father, reached out and took the man’s hands and kissed him in front of everyone.