Sin City Romane & Geschichten

The pain in my chest was already at the maximum with worry about our pups, but to know that some women and children perished only made this nightmare truly horrific. Still, I had to choke all this down because Phoenix was a killing machine that no one could get close to. I wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. This was the retribution she needed and then we’d deal with this ‘Eden.’ I watched with bated breath to witness this piece of shit be sent to hell.

I said. Camara continued, "Yes, he said something about making sure that you produce the diamond by visiting your father in his underground warehouse,” she paused and put her hand across her head, searching for an answer, “Sin City, like he said." "Sin City? Where is that located?" I asked briefly. Camara fixed her curious gaze on me. "To get the location of Sin City has been difficult; ever since he employed me as his maid, it seems to be off the radar," Camara declared, her voice laced with seriousness.

It was a feeling that was invigorating, all-consuming and--- and extremely addictive. Trust me - I knew... “What about Sin City?” he asked, his expression wary. I frowned at the mention of the vampire clan. Sin City! Unlike what the name suggested, it wasn't an actual city, but a nest of vampires - a vampire clan as they referred to themselves. It was located in the downtown of a larger city, only a couple of hours away from our territory. It was an enormous tower; their cover being, that it was a huge pharmaceutical company. Which, I had to give it to them, was a bit brilliant. Nobody ever questioned why humans went in looking

before the woman had the chance to complete her sentence, apologizing for what she still considered new, Aaron silenced her with a long, wet kiss. "Do not apologize for coming with me," he said. "Let's just do it again." Definitely, what happened in Sin City stayed in Sin City. ** The next morning, Lara awoke to the sound of noises coming from the apartment's bathroom. It took her a few seconds to acclimate to the surroundings. The brightness of Sin City fell upon her through the large windows. Lara was lying naked on a soft layer of white comforters, slightly warmed and illuminated by the sunligh

I turned to Selene and saw how she was shaking in her seat but I couldn't blame her. She was sitting in the presence of my father after all. She must have felt my stare because she met my eyes before looking away but my eyes didn't leave her. It was the first time I was seeing her with clear eyes. If I had been fully in control of my actions, I wouldn't have touched her, even with a pole. I should not have had too many drinks, I said to myself for the umpteenth time. if I had just left early or held myself back when I saw her, I wouldn't have been involved with… her. She dressed like she just stepped out of a slum. Yes, there was that strangeness in the aura she gave off but the lowliness of

"Take us to the Cliffside Lookout, the north point." The lookout was deserted. It was a jagged rock that jutted out over the ocean, with the sprawling, glittering city skyline to our left and the endless, black Atlantic to our right. The rain had stopped, leaving the air crisp and cold, smelling of salt and wet asphalt. The SUV idled a hundred yards back, giving us privacy. I stood at the edge of the railing, gripping the cold metal, letting the wind whip my hair around my face. It was freezing, but I didn't care. The cold made me feel real.

A SAINT WHO SINS SIMON I heard his father's laughter from where I was causing me to panic. The moment Arson Grey walked into the church, the Air shifted. A wave of heat ran through my body. I kept my eyes focused on the fruit basket in my hands, pretending they were fascinating. I could feel his gaze burning the back of my neck, but I didn't want to care. I couldn't afford to look him in the eyes. All my hard work would go down the drain.

It’s something else. He’s the kind who marks territory with a glance, and when his gaze rests on someone, it’s not curiosity…. It’s possession. --- She was halfway down the block when I decided to move. The sedan slid forward, silent on the wet pavement. I rolled down the tinted window just enough for her to see me, nothing more. “Miss Monroe,” I said. She froze for less than a second before leaning in. “Mr. Blake.” Not Anderson nor a smile. Interesting.

Adrian said, pulling me close. We stayed like that for a long time until my phone buzzed with a text from Maya saying we had a delivery. Downstairs we found a massive floral arrangement with a card that just said "Congratulations on your engagement - RC" "What engagement?" I asked, looking at Adrian. He pulled out his phone and his face went pale as he scrolled. "Corso leaked a story to the media claiming we're engaged to consolidate power in the company." "But we're not engaged," I said. "The media doesn't know that," Adrian said, showing me the headlines. "And now everyone thinks we are."

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.