Mister Sinister Novels & Stories

This was the architect. “Bravo,” the man said, his voice a smooth, cultured baritone that seemed to absorb the tension in the room. “A truly dramatic finale. A little messier than I’d prefer, but one must make allowances for… passion.” Anton straightened slowly, placing himself between the stranger and Sabatine. “Who are you?” “A disappointed investor, Mr. Rogers. You may call me Mr. Silas.” He glanced dismissively at Sabatine. “And the infamous Mr. Stalker. Your reputation, it seems, is not entirely inflated. Pity you chose the wrong side.”

Icy grey eyes menaced towards me and I could also feel the antagonism penetrating from the man in front of me. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to bump into you like that." I sincerely apologized. The man glared at me and I noticed how his frown tightened with detest. He was the same man Sinister held by the shirt. Mikhail I believe his name was. His hands suddenly grabbed my chin,tilting it threatening towards him, "Piccola puttanaget, if you ever get in my way again, I will not hesitate to rip your organs out and sell them in the black market." He seethed.

I’d let him think I was giving in, while I learned everything I could about this place — his guards, his secrets, his mind. And when the time was right, I’d destroy him the same way he destroyed my pack. I reached for the pen beside the contract. My hand hovered above it for a long moment. My heart beat fast — too fast. This wasn’t surrender. This was strategy. I signed my name slowly, the ink dragging across the paper. “You wanted a mistress, Alpha,” I whispered. “You just got a traitor in disguise.” The knock came not long after. “Alpha wants to see you,” a voice said from outside.

Grey strands peaking bright. Like my personal knight. As I scanned the room, my stomach flipped. “Graham,” I hissed under my breath. “Are we in an episode of Succession? You didn’t tell me who’d be here.” There were Ministers. Executives I’d only ever seen on the news and magazines. Leading women and men. “Is that the mayor!” I whisper-screamed. He glanced down at me with that calm smirk that always drove me crazy. “So what?” he murmured. “They’re just people.”

they shook hands together. Katalina cleared her throat when the waiter’s face turned as red as a tomato. “So, don’t you like him? I-I mean, people, love and patronize him. Do you?” Preston shook his head. “Not at all. I heard a rumor that Hunter is a mafia boss and he sells human organs.” Fire ignites in her heart and brought back her fuel of writing. “Really? How about you join me here at the table and let’s have a conversation about this.”

Even the workers were barely containing their curiosity. By the time I returned to the counter after delivering cocktails to a group of overly friendly socialites, I let out a long breath and leaned my palm against the polished surface. “The crowd is insane,” I muttered. Fayn, who was arranging glasses nearby, laughed. “Of course. The entire city is here for the mystery man.” I rubbed my temple. “What is Sir Gab’s surname again?” Fayn looked up. “Ja—” His answer was cut off by the sharp screech of microphone feedback.

"What we can be certain of is." "Huft, the former playboy will start his action." "Ha ha ha." Again they both burst out laughing. Meanwhile, Lilyana had only been paying attention to the two old men while also smiling a little when she heard their conversation. "Ah, Sir ...." Lilyana couldn't remember who the man was. "Glen," he said reintroducing himself. "Oh Mr. Glen, I'm sorry. Would you like to sit down and talk? I'll make some coffee or tea for you."

I stepped away from the banquet, wanting some air on the second floor. What I didn’t expect was to run into Aaron Johansen. He looked like he’d just come from another party. He was still surrounded by a few spoiled brats. When they saw me, they burst into laughter. “Sabrina, you really can’t let Aaron go, can you? He’s just a little late and you’re already chasing him up to the second floor?” “If Wilson knew his granddaughter was simping for a guy like this, he’d probably be furious.”

“ How's our young master? “ Justin chuckled before hugging her. They were all close to Eloise and everyone could tell just by looking at them. “ Let's go inside. Everyone already waiting at the table “ Everyone started walking but Evelyn paused for a moment to adjust her pretty yet uncomfortable high-heeled shoe. She turned her knee and pulled her heel up to adjust it only for her to stumble. A yelp escaped her lips but an arm around her tiny snatched waist kept her from falling. “ Careful “ That deep voice of the person rang in her ears as she lifted her eyes and was met with a pair of dark, black familiar orbs. Her eyes were stuck on him as she took in his features. His black hairs were sl

I walk in, and there in the Living room is Sinister Jovanni, Fiorre Jovanni and De'Rossi, the head of the mansion's security. "I wasn't aware Sinister is back." I whisper to Cara. "Neither was I." And for the first time today, I feel shy and awkward as their eyes turns to me. Here I am, in a tiny gown that leaves little to imaginations, with a broken nose, barefooted and heel in hand. Cara walks towards them as De'Rossi excuses himself. "Papà, sei tornato presto." Cara says to her father, he really is back early, I wasn't expecting Sinister at all.