Sin By Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jo could see a faint red light glowing from inside the space, as if Holland was announcing her presence with her signature color. Jo grabbed the two remaining silver nitrate grenades she had in her utility belt and pulled the pins on each with her teeth before she lobbed them both into the room. If there were other Vampires in the room, they might be taken out by Christian’s invention, but she knew that Holland was too powerful for something like that to hurt her.

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.

I quickly carry her up to the penthouse suite and dump her on the bed. She begins to unbutton her clothes and writhe on the bed, muttering something about being hot. I sigh and quickly place a call to my personal doctor. “Yes, boss, knife wounds or bullets?” He asks the moment he picks up the phone, making me speechless. Right. Each time I send for his team, it’s always related to battle injuries. He must have assumed that this was the case tonight. “I'm not wounded. There's a girl in my penthouse in Serene Heights, she was poisoned with an aphrodisiac. I want the antidote.”

"Thank you for finding me, Miss—" "Hartley." The name came automatically. "Selma Hartley." "Thank you, Ms. Hartley." Riguel's hand settled on Noah's shoulder, protective, possessive. "I don't know what we would have done if—" He stopped, looked at me more closely. "You look so familiar. Are you sure we haven't met?" The mate bond pulsed again, stronger now. Close proximity was waking it up, making it remember what had been. I saw Riguel's face change, saw him recognize the feeling even if he didn't understand it.

“We stay. We’re too close to pull out now. And when the time comes, Serena and her biker boyfriend will regret ever crossing us.” Naomi smirked as she wrapped her legs around his waist, as he resumed his punishing rhythm. “What I wouldn’t give to see her face when it all comes crashing down,” she hissed. Damian’s lips curled into a sinister grin. “Soon, sweetheart. Very soon.” The room dissolved into nothing but rough and angry pleasure for them both. His teeth were on her throat with her nails raking down his back until they were both shuddering, spent and panting as they both reached their climax.

Hey. The message sent. I ended the night without a response.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

"Men. No imagination whatsoever. You'll see soon enough. I won't be able to speak. I'll be focused on keeping the mirage intact. Otherwise it'll break apart like dandelion seeds in the wind. Ready?" "Uh…" Leo glanced over at me looking for some kind of help, but all I could do was shrug. "Sure, I guess so," Leo finally said. Sinthy closed her eyes and began muttering in her strange language again. A few seconds later she fell silent and opened her eyes. I gasped. Instead of the pretty blue I was used to, her eyes had gone completely white. No iris, no pupil, not even the faintest trace of thin red veins. Pure white.

He had an Irish accent, even thicker than Carter’s, and I was thanking my lucky stars that it wasn’t an Italian one. I looked up into the scariest pair of ice blue eyes I had ever seen. He was tall, pale, hair the color of obsidian. His features were harsh, but beautiful. He seemed elegant, regal almost, but also cold and lethal. This man was a walking contradiction. “Who the fuck are you?” I snapped, ready for the night to be over already. He took a step back and released my shoulders. “Name’s Sinclair. You can call me Sin. You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Isaiah POV “Isaiah! Isaiah!” I turn and see Canary and Sin running up to me. “Yes, ladies?” I say. “We’ve decided!” Canary said excitedly. “Decided?” I asked with an eyebrow up. “Yeah, the full moon coming up, will you please turn us?” Canary asked. I noticed Sin is quiet. “Is that what you want too, Sin?” I asked. She sighed. “Yeah. The only thing I’m apprehensive about is the pain I’ll be in once we are turning. But, Dr. Moreno cleared us and said we are both healthy for the transition.”