Sin City Graphic Novels & Stories

“Access. Information. The kind of details no journalist could get their hands on.” Ava’s pulse spiked, but she kept her face neutral. “And what do you want in return?” Damian smirked. “Loyalty.” She let out a quiet laugh. “Loyalty? That’s a strange request for a journalist.” “I don’t need you to stop writing,” Damian said smoothly. “I just need you to write the right things.” Ava’s stomach twisted. “You want me to be your puppet.” “I want you to be smart,” Damian corrected. “You think you can expose this world without consequence? That you can dig into the underbelly of Sin City and come out clean?”

“I’ll be beside you.” She placed her hand in his. And somehow, it was enough. *** The Sinclair residence sat behind tall gates in Bel Air, surrounded by carefully shaped gardens and old trees that had been growing there since before Verity was born. She watched the familiar driveway through the car window as they approached the house. The fountain her mother had chosen after a trip to Italy. The upstairs window that belonged to Verity’s childhood bedroom. The sight of it pressed against wounds she thought she had closed. Quentin’s hand found hers on the seat between them. He did not ask whether she was alright. He already knew she was not.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

He rasped, ignoring that he had frightened the living daylight out of me. "Why?" I asked, still panting. Sin halted in his tracks. I glimpsed a tattoo I hadn't noticed on his back. It was a wolf with the inscription Blue Moon written underneath. It was large and it covered half part of his back. I wonder why I hadn't noticed because he was shirtless earlier. It was because you were busy ogling him! Inner me jeered. I rolled my eyes and gazed back at him. "In as much as I detest you. I don't want to be blamed for your death. Also, you need to do as you are told without questioning me." He grunted, walking away from me.

I wasn't sure if he knew what that did to people, but it definitely did a lot to me. Sometimes I wondered how someone could be so ridiculously handsome. It almost felt unfair. Like God had taken his time with him and then decided to show off. Not that Griffy was perfect. He had a pointed nose, and I knew some women didn't like that. Luckily, I wasn't one of them. My thumb brushed over his abs on the screen. Even through a picture, they looked hard as stone beneath sun-kissed skin. He had taken the photo last summer during a business trip.

Outside, the city was awake — people rushing to work, businesses opening, life continuing as if nothing dangerous was already in motion beneath it all. But Adrian wasn't part of that rhythm. Not today. His phone remained in his hand for a moment before he locked the screen and set it aside. Everything was already in place. All that was left… was execution. The car turned off the main road, heading deeper into the quieter outskirts of the city. The kind of place where normal people didn't go — and dangerous people met without interruption. A place without records. Without witnesses. Without mercy. Adrian didn't speak the entire ride.