Sin City Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Chapter: 4. ***** “Welcome to SinCity." With bulging eyes they beheld for the first time the beauty of the city, it was nighttime already and lights could be seen from every angle like tiny dots of stars radiating from skyscrapers to smaller buildings and street lamps that burn beautiful colors to the many roads that lay on both sides. "Wow!" Jason breathed out. "This is so beautiful!" "I totally agree with you, my friend." Eric whistled as he drove on.

"Don't let the power get to your head, pretty mortal." He reaches a gloved hand toward me, but I slap it away, scowling at him. Cian steps forward, pushing Sinful back by his shoulders, which sends the immortal further back than I could manage. As much as Sinful may not want to admit it, Cian is more physically adept between the two of them. Sinful has a mouth that can spin any poisonous web of lies into a warm line of poetry, and relies too much on that ability. "Don't make me kick your ass,” Cian warns, making even me a suppress a shiver

“The war is over. You finally have breathing room. But the club still runs on money… and the cartel nearly bled you dry. You need a stable front. Something legit. Something that keeps cash flowing without depending on violence.” Ace whistled. “Listen to her, sounding all executive.” Cole elbowed him. “Shut up.” Ashley continued. “The tattoo shop was good when it was just me, but it can be more. A full parlor. Licensed artists. A storefront that actually pulls in clean money, not just cover-story income. Something that shows the city that the Vipers aren’t just thugs on bikes.” Nolan watched her carefully, arms folded, muscles tight. Jax asked, “You want to run this place again? After what ha

Probably rich and wild kids who drank alcohol, smoked pot, and tell dirty and flirty jokes. Girls in revealing and skimpy dresses and boys that are barely clothed, go after these girls. It's always a wild orgy in there. Dirty games like beer pong, spin the bottle, truth or dare and flip cups are the most prominent in such gatherings. She's had this knowledge from the few college-related movies and books she's read and before she realized who Kimberly's friend was, she was mentally prepared for the party. Now, she's dreading it. "We're here," Kimberly announced to them from the driver's side, when the car finally came to a halt.

I can feel his gaze burning into my skin. Fuck, yes. Harder. I moan, making sure Ryan can hear every sound. I look toward the deck, knowing he’s there, and it makes me wetter. I ride Nico faster, my hands on his shoulders for leverage, slamming down onto him over and over. My breasts bounce wildly. I pinch my own nipples, putting on the filthiest show I can for Ryan.

That's the beauty of power: the threat is enough. The room exhales when I'm a few steps away and I hold back the laugh that wants to bubble out of me. Pathetic. I don't glance back. I don't acknowledge the whispers. I built this city on silence and consequences, and everyone knows the rules: I don't forget. I don't forgive. Not anymore. They think the monster makes me untouchable. They're wrong. The monster just keeps me alive. For now. Authors note - Okay, before you jump in — let’s set the vibe.

It was impossible for someone to stay there. Half an hour later we entered in a city. The city was not very populated. Tall buildings, trees, markets and shops were . People were busy with their own work. Some people stopped to look at the cars of hunters. For any one it was weird to see so many expensive cars driving off at the same time and direction. It was nothing new hunters filthy rich. Just wish that the money was not made by taking someone's life but unfortunately the money is made by taking someone's life.

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.

“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?”

Yet, they weren't bothered about Lena waking up. "Fuck me, too," Sara whispered. Vincent pulled out of Clara and moved to Sara. He set her back on the table again. Then he thrust into her soaked pussy. Sara's eyes rolled in their sockets. Vincent pounded her without mercy. His muscular body flexed with every deep thrust. He switched back and forth between them, pounding Clara for a few minutes then moving to Sara. Their pussies were red and swollen from his thick cock, but they only begged for more. Sweat glistened on their beautiful bodies. Their hair was messy and their faces flushed with pure ecstasy.