Sin City: A Dame To Kill For Novels & Stories

Jasmina asked, “You’re not going, right?” “I’m not missing it,” Amara said. Scene Seven – Lisbon, Midnight The old ballroom stank of wine and rotted wealth. Damien waited alone at the head of a broken table. A glass of red in one hand. A pistol on the table. Amara entered without hesitation. He stood. “Amara Varela. The fire queen herself.” She didn’t blink. “Damien Nero. The bastard who crawled out of his father’s corpse.” He laughed. “We have the same blood, you know.”

“Maybe we should talk, Aiden. It’s long overdue. It’s time we settle our scores.” Aiden regarded him for a long moment, then glanced at the claws protruding from Damien’s hands. “Not with fangs and claws involved.” Damien’s lips curled into a cold smile. Slowly, he retracted the claws back into his skin. “Fine.” Aiden folded his arms. “What do you want to talk about?” “Cassia.” “You mean Amelia?” “No.” Damien’s tone hardened. “Amelia died seven years ago, the night you rejected her and cast her out. The woman you see today…she was reborn from those ashes. Her name is Cassia Wrenmoor. You should stop calling her Amelia.”

Eventually, Tina was handed a life sentence as the principal offender, while Zach was let off easy with just ten years. Nevertheless, when Zach was finally released ten years later, my daughter was already in grade school. He tried to find us, but we had moved out, and the city where we used to live had also changed drastically. With his parents gone too, he didn't even have a place to stay. He ended up fighting for turf with some homeless bums under a bridge, who eventually mobbed him and beat him to death, while his rotting corpse was only found after putrefaction. As it happened in some quiet far flung corner, there were no cameras, and the perpetrators were never found.

Instead, he leaned forward, closing the small distance between our faces until his hot breath fell against my trembling lips. ‘’I fucking love you, Lyric.’’ My heart leaped in my chest—a violent, traitorous thud that made my breath hitch instantly. For a fraction of a second, my soul wanted to soar. But I couldn't even be happy about his confession. I couldn't celebrate it. I couldn't wrap my head around it. He was Kade Mireno. The biggest, most lethal crime lord in New York City. He was the ghost my precinct had been hunting for years.

I look up at Maddox, trying to make seem as though I wasn't interested in the glass at all. He leans forward, grabbing the glass and pulls it towards him but making sure I am able to see it in plain sight all at once. "Harvested from one of the prisoners in the dungeon, might I add... He was captured a month ago after we found him outside the walls of Nitraville with a teenage girl whom he tried to rape and kill. Luckily, though, Liam had seen him and helped the girl before it escalated to the point he wouldn't be able to. So here," he hands me the cup of plasma like it's nothing, "drink all of this and the turning should speed up a bit, making this a little less painful on you."

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

Sain ask instead of getting curious about the identity of the fourth son of Luscio Costello which is me. Yeah, everyone thought that I am a man. The only one who knew that I am a woman are those people I killed. Since I live in the shadow, I become the hidden weapon of Sintti Organization. I become the mysterious assassin who mercilessly killed my target. "Phoebus Romani's assassination was failed" "Tsk" Sain hissed. "Hand it over to Alcatraz" he immediately order.

Said Damon, and he laughed loudly and evilly. Mace laughed too. Sia catches her breath and looks at Damon. "Don't kill me, Damon, please, please. I will delete the pictures. And I will leave your company. And I won't say anything to Ashley. They also just don't kill me. I got my lesson. I was a fool to think that you could get blackmailed." Said Sia. Damon smirked. Sia deleted those pictures in front of Damon that she took, and Mace rechecked them too.

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.

“You did.” “Alright, since you’re going to die, anyway. I’m going to be honest with you. I didn’t kill Rose. I paid someone to do that for me and it was―still is―the biggest mistake I ever did in my life. But she left me no choice. After years of being sober, all it took was one petty argument between her and Belinda before she started seeing her dealer again. And you know how my sister is. You worked for her.” Sinclair sighed. “Rose went out of control and I could no longer have it. My family, especially Belinda, wanted me to handle her or they would. For someone who had mastered control all his life, I failed. She was becoming a problem I couldn’t handle so I made her disappear instead. *