Sans Sin Novels & Stories

' 'Yes, Alpha I'll be there as fast as my legs can go. Sinan and Sinclair are brothers and two of my best warriors in the pack. Sinan is the strongest wolf I have ever know and the quietest one as well. He barely even says to words when he does decide to talk that a lot of people that meets him thinks he is a mute. Well, my old Beta David I would have to say is even stronger than Sinan is, but David is no longer with the pack. Sinclair I can say is the fastest wolf that I have ever seen, and he is the most talkative person I have ever met. He usually talks for his brother. I'm confident with those two that Aurora will not be able to get past them. She needs to understand that she may not dis

He loudly gulped. It was Sin. He was standing there with his hands casually tucked into his suit pockets, but his expression was completely dead. He locked onto the stranger with a terrifying, homicidal glare that rivaled Killian's. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Sin asked, his jaw clenching as his voice dropped into a deadly tone. "I–I am so sorry.." the man stammered, all the blood draining from his face before he spun around and sprinted in the opposite direction.

Damian's declared. I just headed out of the house to greet him. Sin is just really an annoying man, he loves teasing me. His name alone is too sinful. I don't believe in him, especially in his cousins ​​who are both demon-possessed. When one of them is in front of you, expect an event you wouldn’t like. Almonte's bring troubles, whether female or male. A black Fortuner stopped in front of me and Sin went out. He gave me a big smile and I was irritated for no apparent reason.

“Take it back… or lose it forever.” The silence burns. Her breath quickens. Sebastian’s grip on the key falters for the first time. Blake steps forward, ready to catch her even though she isn’t falling. And she moves….

his fingers wrapped around my hand, bringing it to his heart, “That no matter what, I’ll always protect you. You and Azure. No matter the cost.” Another knock at the door breaks our moment, “Come in.” Sin walks in looking sleek in an all-black suit, showcasing his height and slender body. Did I mention he’s easily six-foot five? He must have ran water through his hair, because the strands appear more tamed and less 'I just got out of bed'. “Is this more,” he makes a finger circle around his face, “Presentable?” “You didn’t have to do anything special,” I smiled, “I personally thought you looked fine before. I couldn't care less about what my soon-to-be ex-husband thinks of whom I keep compan

By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.

He walked to the counter and ripped up the application Balor was about to hand me. “I’m Sin.” He smiled, tipping his hat to me, and ignoring the others around me, making me uncomfortable. “Yeah, and I'm Lust.” I snapped sarcastically, without thinking. “Are you now?” His smile broadened. “No, I am not. It was sarcasm… Why won’t I be applying?” I asked, frazzled. Didn't he realize I needed this job? I had bills to pay. “Because you are going to make a deal with me?”

Welcome to SINCITY… for a city with a name like that, one would quickly think it's a city where sin abounds but on the contrary… There Is No Sin In SINCITY. There is no Prison in SINCITY. The penalty for sin is death, death of any kind. That is the Law. People lived in fear but lived righteous life.

Sarang quietly moved to the back corner behind Zayren, hoping no one would notice her flushed face. “We just met Mr. Winter earlier and he mentioned you. It’s really an honor to meet you,” the man continued, extending his hand respectfully. Zayren forced a polite smile and shook his hand briefly, though the annoyance in his eyes was still visible. “My pleasure,” he replied smoothly before slipping his hands back into his pockets. The other men glanced at him with admiration and a little fear; his presence carried a powerful aura that made them lower their gazes instinctively. When the elevator finally reached their floor and the doors opened, Sarang waited patiently for everyone to leave fir