Mister Sinister Novels & Stories

Some of them even put their hands behind in respect, something they didn't do around Sinister. Who was he? Adrian tensed beside me. His grip tightened around my hand. A muscle of his sharp strong jaw ticked with his blue gaze set on that mysterious man. Standing in front of us, he locked his dark eyes with Adrian, face as blank as a white sheet. The air around us charged with an unknown tension. "Mnogo vremeni," he said in a deep Russian accent, similar to Sinister. "Hello, cousin." Cousin?

Everybody was doing something nasty to feel among. Vincenzo was sitting with a black shade beside Salvatore; they were richly dressed with dollars and euros on their table... they were spraying it on the asses of some strippers and bitches... The whole hall went quiet as Gutan crest stepped in, He was holding a black stick, and his fingers were filled with golden rings and a golden wristwatch was on his wrist.... His suit was screaming luxury, and he wore a big black hat; one of his eyes was gone and was covered with a black patch... a piece of weed was on his black lips as his shoe echoed on the floor...

'danger and darkness'. All 3 men walked inside the hall with their demonically gloomy aura. Everyone just stared at them completely silent and wordlessly, until that deadly silence get broken down by that voice. "Welcome, Mr Sinister Rodriguez," Those who didn't know who he was slightly gasped hearing that name because they have heard about that name and its viciousness, but they were seeing the owner of that name for the first time in their life. The corner of his lips slightly tugged upward, forming a cavernous smirk on his enchanting face by witnessing his surrounding reaction and by watching the owner of that voice.

At all. When we approach the door that will lead to my doom, we are suddenly greeted with a man dressed in all red and black, standing by an open window, inhaling from a thick cigar. "Ah, Maddox!" the man gleams and sets the cigar down on the metal sill of the window, opening his arms for Maddox. Althought the man is a few inches shorter and quite thin and elderly compared to Maddox, he has enough strength to force Maddox down to his level.

I readjusted the pin in my hair when I heard the swift three knocks on the door, signaling Stefan's arrival. He stood there in a fitted black tux fit with a matching teal tie, his hair slicked back and shining in the evening sunlight. Just behind him was a rolling cart displaying the two silver shellings over our dinners, "I tipped him graciously, you didn't have to order room service. We aren't going to have much time for eating, not with you being dressed like that. Steak is the last thing on my mind."

Stone arrived there, Maam said, “Our floor staff is also present inside the room. So don’t worry, you will be fine and comfortable.” I nodded, and she went inside. Nevertheless, I am still feeling nervous, looking at this Mr.Stone said, “I will go inside and switch off the lights. You enter after five minutes.” Is he actually helping me to reduce my nervousness, or he just doesn’t want me to screw this up and make him lose this client? Who knows we can never understand him at all? So I nodded, and he went inside. After five minutes, I entered the dark room and went into the front of the room. And Mr.Stone said, “Ms.Pari here my P.A prepared this presentation.”

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

If even she didn't know the full truth, then someone had played us all, me, her, even my father, like pawns. Mister Pitman. His name had been a whisper in the boardroom halls once, a scandal hidden behind closed doors. Everyone knew him as a man of wealth, of power, but not as a man who died with a woman who should never have been by his side, Jana's mother. Except her body was never found. And the Pitman family, God, they buried the truth so deep the world forgot he even died. Who gains from that? Who hides a patriarch's death unless the story surrounding it is poison?

“Push. I didn’t stay in the dark for five years just to watch another Vermon lose her child.” The lawyer stepped back, his face going pale. “Who… who are you?” The woman smiled, a jagged, terrifying expression. “I’m the original sin. And the dinner party isn’t over yet.” ==== “You’re holding the pen wrong, Victoria. You always did have a tendency to grip too tight when you were afraid. It ruins the flow of the ink.”

His smirk made him look like the dangerous criminal he probably was. "I like this version of you, kitten. At least you know when to be scared" he got up and grabbed his phone. "Beto is bringing you a new phone. You'd better take good care of it. And Natalia?" He stood beside the table and leaned forward. To other diners, it looked like he was kissing her. His breath fanned her face and she couldn't help but notice how good he smelled. But then he opened his mouth and she forgot about everything else. "This is the last time you try running from me. The next time I will cut off both your legs. Do you understand"