Limbus Company Sinners Books Novels & Stories

The doors behind them slammed shut with a deafening boom. Everyone jumped. “What the fuck?” Damien shouted, running back to the doors. He pulled hard, but they wouldn’t budge. The windows sealed themselves with a grinding sound, metal shutters sliding down from nowhere. Panic rippled through the group. Then a deep, ancient voice echoed through the entire mansion, smooth and terrifying, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. “Welcome, little sinners… to The House That Feeds On Sin.” The voice paused, letting the words sink in.

Lumi POV My eyes cracked open to sunlight slicing through the penthouse windows like it had a personal grudge. The ache hit me first—deep, delicious, everywhere. Every muscle protested in the best way, like my body was reminding me I’d been thoroughly fucked, owned, and left marked inside and out. My nipples were still hypersensitive, brushing against the tangled sheet and sending little sparks straight to my clit. Fuck, even my shoulders carried the faint imprint of his grip, the kind of bruises that would make smile in the mirror like dirty little trophies. I stretched experimentally and winced, a low groan slipping out.

The world had shrunk to the four walls of his apartment and the weight of another empty evening. Steven sat on the edge of his bed, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting elongated shadows across his room. He let his eyes wander to the window, a familiar evening ritual and froze.

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

LYRA The cabin smelled faintly of leather and antiseptic, a quiet reminder that Sinclair traveled with intent and control. I pressed my fingers to the armrest, tracing the seam without really seeing it, while the hum beneath the floor vibrated faintly against my bones. Outside the small window, the city shrank, a blur of lights swallowed by night.

The sharp, pungent scent of industrial lube filled the air, and I felt the heat of another body moving into position behind my raised hips. I felt a thumb circle my tight, untouched rosebud, grounding into the sensitive skin; a methodical invasion that signaled the end of my innocence. "Relax," Elden commanded, his voice a dark, gravelly threat that vibrated against my spine. "You’re going to take every inch of us tonight, Gabriella. We’re going to fill every hole until there’s nothing left of the woman Derek thinks he knows. You're just a shared toy for his brothers now, a desperate little bitch begging to be ruined."

Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years. Nevertheless, when Zach was finally released ten years later, my daughter was already in grade school. He tried to find us, but we had moved out, and the city where we used to live had also changed drastically. With his parents gone too, he didn't even have a place to stay. He ended up fighting for turf with some homeless bums under a bridge, who eventually mobbed him and beat him to death, while his rotting corpse was only found after putrefaction. As it happened in some quiet far flung corner, there were no cameras, and the perpetrators were never found.

And that was the only thing that felt strange. I took the file and stared at it. Lira’s documents were all there, already carrying my name: Blackthorne. She was officially my contract surrogate wife. I didn't need to be told twice that she’d accept the deal. Anyone with that much hunger for revenge would sign their soul away. "You've done well, Lena," I said, my mind already moving. "Transfer all the documents of my fourth company to this name." I was going to make her big. Bigger than anyone who had ever laid a hand on her. Meetings were held, million-dollar signatures were forged, and yet, the only thing I could think about was getting back to that house.

Other than Azael and Reuel, the three men jumped to their feet instantly. They were utterly spooked to find blood and immediately, their gaze turned to the twins. Oddly, the brothers were calm as they sat in their chairs. Their face was unfathomable and Elise couldn’t make out what was running in their minds. However, it didn’t matter to her. They may deny as much as they want. But eventually, their crimes would come to light one day. After all, karma was a bitch.

~Amolet We don’t have any other choice. I have to wrap my fingers around Cian’s arm, deciding I’m not about to touch Sinful, and allow him to take me to whatever dark, cruel whole the Sin Wrath lives. My apartment dissolves around, a flicker of darkness being all that I can see before my feet touch ground, and I’m officially back in the immortal realm...And not where I expected to be.