Sea Of Sin Novels & Stories

The smell of coconut. That was the first thing I remembered when I woke up on Sunday morning in Miami. Not her name, not the chapel, not the ring. Just coconut and something sweeter underneath, like vanilla, clinging to the pillow next to mine. I opened my eyes and looked at the woman lying beside me. Her braids were spread across the white sheets like dark ribbons, and her skin glowed bronze in the morning light. She was on her stomach, one arm hanging off the edge of the bed, her face soft and peaceful in sleep.

The day my daughter was fighting for her life, my wife, Shirley Hartley, was busy helping her childhood friend Oliver Burke get married. I called seventeen times. On my eighteenth try, she finally picked up. "Shirley, Nyssa's getting worse. The doctor says she needs life support now. They want twenty grand upfront. Where's the money?" Her voice turned ice-cold. "I used it. Oliver's wedding is coming up, and that stuff costs money. I'm not letting his fiancée's family look down on him. "Nyssa just has asthma, right? She coughs a little and suddenly they want twenty grand? Sounds like a scam." Nyssa lay in the hospital bed, her tiny face ghost-pale. Her eyes slowly opened. "Daddy, I wa

They arrived at a valley—Monica smiled and said to Ambrose, “Ambrose, after we cross this valley, we will see the Sea of Death. Then, after we cross the Sea of Death, we will reach the World Universe. Monica’s eyes were filled with longing. When she reached the World Universe, would she be able to see Darryl? ‘My dear Darryl, are you well?’ Monica smiled at the thought of that man. She could not help but be happy. Ambrose did not know what was in his mother’s mind. He cocked his head and asked curiously, “Mom, why is it called the Sea of Death? Is it very scary?” Monica laughed and said, “The Sea of Death was named because not even a leaf could float on it. Typically, a normal person would n

Melissa mumbled. “How would I know? Not as if I'm the one who brought her here," Sin replied. “I wasn't talking to you, d!ck head," Melissa snapped, rolling her eyes. Melissa, you can call her a badass b!tch, a crazy psycho, your choice. She's very good at archery and has some pretty interesting skills. She and Sin are always on each other's neck. Sinclair, but he prefers to be called Sin. Free-spirited, a playboy who chases anything under a skirt. However, don't take advantage of his kindness; he's second in command after Aurelio, closest to Aurelio himself, let's say a cheerful devil.

Seatanie’s mouth fell open at his accusations and she came closer to him and took his hands to place it on her stomach. “I'm the daughter to the Alpha of Howling Stone Pack, I'm strong, fierce, and a warrior to stand by you even in times of war which your human mate can't even lift a finger to try.” I swallowed at her words and won't lie at the bluntness of her words which stung so badly.

The decision has been made for me and I don't need to consider it anymore. I'm caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, colder than the coldest hail. I guess I will close my eyes and jump into the sea. As long as I keep swimming and avoid the sharks, I might have a chance of survival.

“I love you too, Pae. Now, let’s go get you checked out. The further we are from this place, the better. From now on, you’ll always be safe with me.” Liam wraps his arm around my shoulders, holding me to his side as he guides me over to the ambulance nearby. The further I get from the shack, the stronger the memories become of what occurred while I was trapped inside. No matter how hard I push them to the back of my mind, they continue to claw their way to the surface, making their presence known. They refuse to allow me to forget—to move on. I manage to smile at the kind nurse waiting to look me over, but I’m lost once again in the deepest part of the ocean, slowly drowning but unable to sc

Instead, it welcomed me as prey. The deeper I went, the darker the water became — black silk folding over my body, layer by layer. I clawed my way upward, but the current curled around me with almost tender cruelty. Each stroke felt like swimming through honey, slow and useless. My lungs burned, my heartbeat roared in my ears, and the only light came from the silver moon rippling far, far above… smaller with every second. This was the Forbidden Sea. The sea that kept its dead. The sea that cradled the worst of the realm — fallen kings, unrepentant murderers, traitors whose names had been erased from every book. The ocean was their prison and their grave, its depths lined with the bones of th

Heat rolled off him in waves We stared at each other. My heart was beating so fast and loud… I could swear that he could hear it thumping against my ribs. My lower stomach tightened hard, as a deep ache began spreading low, begging silently for attention “I told you to come, not to run,” he breathed right in my face, his breath brushing my lips “What are you doing?” there was panick in my Panic voice “I want to sin with you little Muna” he murmured, eyes locked on mine, dark and steady. “A sin you put in my head”

I continued without commenting on it, “We were asked to operate stealthily, find demons and kill them but the little duration for which I have known Yesmir and Venzara proves that not all demons are bad.” Mary stifled a mocking laugh but I did not take the bait. “These have been my loyal companions and want peace in both the worlds. They do not want to be a trouble to werewolves and just want to go back to their realm. But some humans, werewolves, and witches keep them dragging to our world so they retaliate.” Klout raised an eyebrow at that. “So we should pay for the sins we did not commit?” I reasoned, “I am not saying that we should simply accept them as our own. What I say is we impose s