Sanscest Sin Novels & Stories

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

“Matteo was right there looking for you. If he had pulled that curtain” The fear of nearly being discovered by Matteo who already wanted her only made everything more intense. Serena moaned into the wall as Damien railed her from behind, his hand reaching around to rub her sensitive clit fast and rough. He fucked her with raw need, deep and relentless. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered harshly. “The idea of my cousin almost catching me buried balls-deep in my father’s wife.” “Yes” Serena whimpered, pushing back desperately against him. “I’m so close again”

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

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.

That calluses in her hands are proof of labors and hardwork. Her name was Serene Almirez. Her surname was a popular one in the business world. Its not a surprised that she was always asked about her connection to the Almirez family, because she carry the same surname around. She truly hated her mother for using her father's last name for her. She was no other than a once privileged princess who chose to runaway from the palace because of an evil witch. Peter Almirez, Serene's father was the owner of the Daily Life Publishing Company which is the biggest publishing house in North America. Her father was Hispanic with a mix of Filipino blood. Cynthia (Serene's mother) met Peter on a restaurant

Ace sat across from Ashley, boots propped up, wearing that usual smirk—but his eyes were alert. “So,” he said, “you are the new diplomat now?” “I’m just the one whose contacts still pick up,” Ashley replied, typing fast. “I have got The Road Saints from Abilene, two of the Red Wolves lieutenants, and maybe the Ghost Riders—if they stop pretending they are saints.” Ace whistled. “That is a hell of a lineup.” “They are not allies yet,” she said. “They are curious. Delgado is making everyone nervous.” Nolan leaned on the table. “Are you sure you can trust them?”

His voice was a cold whisper. “If I were you,” he said, “I would act like the good bait you are and stop this attitude before it drags you six feet under and forgotten.” His words were a knife. I felt them cut through whatever hope I had left. He kept going, slow and cruel. “Take this as a secret from me to you, the Canas don’t like hard-headed people. No one is going to save you. If you act smart or stubborn, forget about staying alive. The mafias don’t mind shedding blood… innocent blood.”

Cesan's eyes were wild as he stared worriedly at me, but instead of reassuring him, I turned my head and growled at my dad. “What the fuck, Dad?!” Sin's arms fell to his side as he cursed. “What have you done, Cesan?” He groveled, causing me to furrow my brow. I noticed that my Crescent Moon mark was illuminated and thought it was cool. “You mean this?” I asked as I lifted my moon mark toward him. “He means that you absorbed his bolt and should be dead, “ Cesan explained. I gasped as I clutched the covers to my bare chest.

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

Castle. The sound of gunshots through the phone while I talked to both Angel and Tomas makes my heart skip . “Tomas?” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Angel? Tomas!” Nothing. Just chaos on the other end. “Tomas, answer me!” I yelled again, louder this time. But the call had already died. My body moved before my mind caught up. I was already out of the room, running through the halls of the Lucchese mansion barefoot, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out.