Sin City 2 A Dame To Kill For Novels & Stories

==Elliot== --- "You're both under arrest." My blood went cold. "What? Why?" Delilah asked. The lead agent. Female. Mid-forties. Hard eyes. "Actually. Correction. You're not under arrest. We need you to come with us for questioning." "About what?" "James Whitmore. Your publisher." Delilah's face went pale. "James? What about him?" "He's under federal investigation. Fraud. Coercion. Exploitation. We need your cooperation."

Answering it, he listened and then snorted loudly. "Rhys, you can't burn her shop down. She's literally your baby momma." He paused, holding the phone away from his ear as some-one screamed on the other end. "Hey, asshole, it doesn't matter if you claim Bullet or not. It's your baby. You fucked Remington and made a Silversmith-Van Helsing milkshake. That's our blood in her womb. You go after her, and Nyota will go after you as Nyx humps your god's damn leg. Leave it alone, and I'll handle it when I get there. Yeah, I'm with Saint Kingsley. Guess who is also going to be a daddy and has women issues up to his dick hole? Yeah, I think he wants his." Cole paused, holding my gaze before he droppe

The door closed shut and the lighted candles got brighter. “A few of our spies discovered a demon energy at the southern city,” the high priestess announced. “And you all know the rules. What are they?” “Slay all demons! Have no mercy! Banish the evil from our sights!” We blurted. “Good,” she said calmly, and took a step down the podium. “We can't let them live. Which is why I will be sending one of you to the southern city.” The other women and I turned to look at each other. No one wanted that. It was filled with wolves and dark witches.

"Race’s in an hour. You in?" "Always." "New route." Jax grinned, sharp as broken glass. "Through the city. Down the bridge. No rules. No limits." "Perfect." My mouth curved. Rico wasn't smiling. "King. This is dangerous. Even for you. Cops are watching. Your father's got connections—" "I don't care!" I slammed my glass down. "I want to feel something. I want to feel ‘alive.’" My eyes swept the room. Landed where it wanted and stopped on it.

[“Damn it! I shouldn’t have told you. Lean will kill me if we push this through.” “I will kill you first if you don’t follow my order.” [“Fine. Fine. As if I have a choice. Dead or alive?”] “Make them suffer.”

“I wouldn't like to kill an old woman like you. But I have people that can joyfully do it for me. Will you speak up, or do you want them to do their job?” He asked while holding her jaw. Madam Rawn spat upon his face, forcing him to leave his jaw. “I know you're a killer” “And you willingly betrothed your only daughter to me?” Damon replied as he moved some steps backward and was quietly cleaning Madam Rawn's saliva on the bus face. “Some of a bitch.” She whispered and stood up to walk away since Damon felt less concerned about her and was wiping his face. Unknown to her that Damon saw what she was doing. Forcefully, he finally made a hot slap on her chin, a hot slap that kept her staggering

He came for a kill, and by the way he regards Sin with empty, soulless eyes, I understand who he wishes to bury under. No. A quiet sob escapes me and yank my hand from Sin's hold, pushing him back with enough strength to have him stagger. "You need to leave. Now! He's going to kill you!" Sin monitors the space between Alaric's men and us, crossing the distance between me and him again. "Dane and the rest will be here soon. I can hold my own against--" A rifle goes off. Sinclair jerks, a violent tremor ripping through him as the bullet finds its mark in his shoulder. I feel pain. I think I might be screaming, because another rifle goes off and he jerks again, roaring.

I was here to let loose with Jake for a single night and that's exactly what I planned on doing. I was pulled from my thoughts when Jake started grinding against me. His hands gripped my hips tightly and I just let my body sway to the rhythm of the music. Jake was surprisingly a good dancer and it helped to get me into it. But when I looked up, I saw Asher staring back at us and he looked perturbed as hell. A wicked grin tugged at my lips and I knew my next actions were pure evil, but he deserved it.

Instead, she squared her shoulders. “You think killing me will make him love you?” she asked. Katrina paused — just enough. Sarah continued, voice unwavering, “All you’ll do is make sure he hates you with his final breath.” Katrina’s lips curled into a twisted smile. “Hatred is still passion, darling.” Her finger hovered over the bomb’s activation switch. THE TURNING POINT “Wait.” Damon said the word like a command. “You want me? Fine. Let her go. Take me instead.”

They used their abilities to play with you as they please, and they didn’t give two shits if they fucked up your life or not. “Dammit!” I growl, punching the wall beside me while those on the street watch me. “Holly,” I continue, not giving two shits what they think. “When I get my hands on you, I’ll fucking kill you.” It wouldn’t make a difference if the world had one less disgusting succubus, and I was sure I could easily claim self-defense in the process. Letting wonderful thoughts of drawing that bitch's blood cloud my mind, I continue to move until I arrive at Morte Diem and head inside. Since it was early, there weren’t many people around, which meant that I wouldn’t be bothered while