Sin City Graphic Novels & Stories

“Can you not smile? Those squinty eyes of yours are off-putting.” “Gavin,” Evadne scolded her boyfriend. “What’s your issue with us squinty-eyed people, Gavin? Are we too handsome for you when we smile?” Evander Fox deliberately smiled when Gavin looked at him. “Is it a guy or a girl?” “I’m sure it’s a guy,” Arturo answered Evander Fox’s question. “Gavin, if I’m more handsome than that person, you should exempt yourself from annoyance. Have some respect.” “Respect my handsomeness too,” Evander Fox added.

Luckily for me, they’re usually trading from evening to night shift around this time. Slugging my hefty bag over my back, I tip-toe towards the windows to take a look outside. No one in sight right now except a dark forest with trees and bush to no end. It’s time. I’ve thought ahead this time and already left the door handle unlocked from the guards using a bobby pin. With a book, I’ve kept it slightly closed so I don’t have to cause any alarm when I turn the handle to ultimately escape hell- I mean Nitraville.

Roxanne Flair. The smooth glide of the limousine came to a final, elegant halt. Through the tinted glass, I could see the towering glass facade of the venue, swarming with high-society guests and security details. Before I could even attempt to process the painful, throbbing ache between my thighs, the heavy car door was snapped open from the outside by a gala guard in a pristine white-gloved uniform. The crisp night air rushed into the luxurious backseat, chilling the bare, exposed skin of my lower body.