Limbus Company Sinners Books Novels & Stories

“We sit in their cages.” “Look, Mr… whoever you are. I appreciate the nostalgia trip, I really do. But unless you’re here to slip me a file baked into a cake, I’ve got a twenty-to-life timeshare to get back to.” “My name,” he said and the room seemed to get colder, “is Lucius. And I am a liaison for The Glimmer.” Oh. Shit. The name hung between us. The Glimmer. The secret government of our secret world. The folks who made the rules we actually had to follow.

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At Darius’s attempt to appear supportive despite the dread I could feel through our bond. “Three sins,” I said. “Your three greatest,” the Broker specified. “The truths you most desperately hide.” My mind raced. What were my greatest sins? The lies I’d told? The people I’d hurt? There were so many choices, so many dark corners of my soul I’d never wanted examined. But I knew where to start. “My first sin,” I said, my voice carrying across the room, “is that I enjoyed killing Lucien.” Murmurs rippled through the audience.

Sloth gasped, his control over time faltering for a heartbeat before strengthening tenfold, golden-blue lines of power coursing up his arms. Greed fell to one knee, light spilling from his veins as the gold within him liquified and ran like blood. Lust arched back, a cry escaping his lips as his mark burned bright pink before dissolving entirely, leaving only the raw power of desire behind. Then....All was still. The curses shattered like glass. The Sins of Sloth, Greed, and Lust stood reborn, unbound, whole, dangerous once more. Lucifer’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Welcome home.”

“And is off limits. Focus on the deal, gentlemen. Not my assistant.” The investors laughed it off, but I could see the way they looked at me — hungry, appraising. Damien’s hand stayed on my thigh, his fingers slowly sliding higher under the table. I tried to push his hand away, but he refused to move it. Instead, he squeezed my thigh harder, his fingers digging into my flesh in a silent warning. I was so wet. My pussy was throbbing, my panties completely soaked. I closed my legs tightly, trying to trap his hand, but that only made his fingers press more firmly against my inner thigh, dangerously close to where I was aching for him.

The Keeley I used to be was gone, and I needed to find out who I was now. Because sweet and innocent didn’t cover it anymore. **** Gio A club in the harsh light of day was a strange entity. Sterile and heartless. It was only when the lights dimmed and the music started that it came alive. It was more than just the people who filled it. Clubs were creatures that only came alive when the sun went down, when the music started pumping and the lights flashed. And it was no different there. The Penthouse was one of my newer acquisitions. And it lived up to its name even in the harsh light of day. The Family was expanding, and this upscale gentlemen's club was just one of many we had bought around

Sage Sleep never came that night, it was all I could think about. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, watching shadows from passing cars crawl slowly across the walls like ghosts that didn’t know where to go. My room felt too small, too quiet, like it was holding its breath with me. Every time I closed my eyes, Ella’s voice crept back in, smooth and sharp and cruel all at once. You know you cannot have that baby. It will be an abomination.

They were not humans especially the one with Red eyes, he was the most beautiful but his nature was unreal. "Don't start a war you can't finish Vladimir! Go back to your Clan and take your chosen. This one is my fragile sweet mate that needs to be taken care of, not a blood-sucking bodily instrument for your satisfaction." The man named Lucian thundered and the accused blood Prince retorted heavily. They seemed to hate each other so much that I successfully bent down and crawled my way out of the gate while they argued. I entered the streets and tried to cross over when I felt a force drag me backward and I screamed. I couldn't feel my legs on the floor and the grip on my waist was so strong

His onyx eyes pierced deeply into my soul. “M..my hus…” I tried to force a threat out of my lips, but I couldn’t as no air was going through my lungs. “Hus..ba..ahh.." He slammed me back into the carriage, having my head hit back forcefully into the walls. My eyes struggled to keep awake, voices doubling around me, and the sounds of footsteps felt like drums. “Ca...Cal.." The last thing I said before I let darkness take over. ---

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