Remmick #sinners Novels & Stories

What are they going to do to me? Nelson smirked and disappeared into the closet for a moment before returning with a pair of sturdy black cuffs. Jameson grinned devilishly as he took them from his brother. Oh hell… I think I'm fucked.

I queried the caller before he or she could speak. “Hello. Am I on to Mrs. Carla?” the caller asked. “Yes, you are” I replied. “This is Jessica. I am calling from the Sacred Hearts Hospital. Your sister and her son were involved in a ghastly accident, and they are both between life and death. Your attention is needed here” the caller, who seemed to be a Nurse, announced. “My sister? Who is that?” I questioned. “Miss Catherine. She is your sister, right?” she asked.

This was nothing new. Another voice came from behind. "He's the preacher's boy, right Tim." A dark-haired boy with a scar on his face asked. His eyes were looked half-traumatized, half-tired. "Word travel fast here," Luke said. "Felix," the boy replied. "Hi," I said. "So what did you do wrong that you were sent to Dismas? "What, say the wrong prayer? Steal a holy communion?” he asked. “Speak to a girl?" Luke shot me a look.

“On top of her.” A sharp curse left him. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. “He pulled him off...they fought. Remi knocked him out and then they ran, knowing Liam would not let that slide. They stayed off the grid. Fake IDs. No money. No support. Because Liam made sure of it.” I leaned forward again, my gaze locking onto his. “He hunted them.” With every word, he looked worse. Paler. Sicker. But still—He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t defend himself.

I could tell they were using their pack’s mind link, just as I could tell that Ethan was furious. He knew the game Rexton had just played, and he hated it even though he had no choice but to keep playing it. “I’m terribly sorry for bothering you guys like this.” I let out my guilt and remorse, but I didn’t feel any better. Maybe I wouldn’t until both Remi and her child are safe. “Don’t worry, Beta Kieran. Everything will be alright.” Remi voiced, pulling away from her mate as she smiled and added, “I will start the reading tonight and should have the date by morning.”

Ever since, he had been especially afraid of snakes, even shivering at the sight of wriggling earthworms. This was something only the Taylors knew. As for Remy, as an experienced and ruthless assassin, how could he be afraid of a mere snake? "Damien! I'm Axel… Your fourth brother!" Axel's eyes welled up, and he fought to hold back the wave of emotion. "How did you end up losing your memory? Why don't you remember me?" Realizing there was no snake and that Axel had tricked him, Remy's face darkened. Just as he moved to strike Axel, an urgent command came through his earpiece.

Whoever his mate is, I doubt they deserve to live a life mated to a sin. Suddenly Revel looks up toward the entrance. “There he is.” I look over my shoulder, watching Micah walk in, the wariness about him evident from the moment he walks through the door. I’m struck by his appearance right away, the pure-blood immortal look about him so painfully obvious in his silver hair and glacial blue eyes. Both him and Revel are striking, the details of their appearance something that would frighten a mortal, since it appears totally unnatural. “Revel,” Micah notes, nodding at the Sin. His voice is entwined with a strange accent I can’t decipher. His eyes shift to mine, pinning to my seat. “You must be

The woman who had my mother’s name listed as emergency contact. Amelia. My sister. All and Sebastian didn’t know yet. And for the first time… I wasn’t sure I wanted him to. Because something told me that he already did. And he was keeping secrets too. ---

The response from his coven was immediate, as they were all ready to be called anytime the war would begin, and for the first time in a long time, Remmick felt like his purpose was blank. He takes a journey back to his manor, but his sulking thoughts were immediately broken by the scent of something sweet yet so familiar in the air: blood. He trails their scent, a surprise and carefulness in his wings as he flies to the spot under a cliff to see wedged between the small opening was a male, his face and chest covered with blood, and at first, anyone would think he was dead, but his heartbeat was faint. Remmick didn't know what had come over him; normally he would leave them for dead, but righ

It about to be her downfall. I know her name. I know her address. I choose when I'm seen. No note. No signature. Names give power. And she isn't ready for my power just yet. This is my last pit stop before I inform her of my now changed plans. Plans that are going to effect her. An oath... The Omertà. A Symbol that means you only get out of it through death. Secrets are sacred. Trust and Loyalty is everything. It's a Symbol of trust and commitment. .