Sin City Romane & Geschichten

“Give it up for Jade, fellas. She’s staying up here for the next rotation who’s buying the next ride?” Three men moved at once. First was a tall, lean guy in his late 20s tattooed arms, backwards cap, clearly a regular. Second was older, stocky, salt-and-pepper beard, wedding ring glinting as he tossed a fat stack of hundreds onto the stage. Third was built like a linebacker shaved head, thick neck, sleeves stretched tight over biceps. Each dropped at least five grand in crisp bills, letting it rain over Jade’s naked body. No words needed. This was Velvet Sin.

LYRA The cabin smelled faintly of leather and antiseptic, a quiet reminder that Sinclair traveled with intent and control. I pressed my fingers to the armrest, tracing the seam without really seeing it, while the hum beneath the floor vibrated faintly against my bones. Outside the small window, the city shrank, a blur of lights swallowed by night.

A fire was crackling in the massive modern fireplace in the living room, throwing sharp, flickering orange shadows across the walls. ​Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the storm. He had poured himself another glass of whiskey. He was still shirtless, the firelight catching the heavy muscles of his back and the dark ink of a tattoo peeking out from the waistband of his trousers. ​He heard my bare feet on the hardwood. He turned around. ​He froze.

I picked him up and cradled him to my chest. “It’s going to be okay, Cedar. I promise. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you ever again.” I pushed open the thin piece of wood we called a door. The sun was setting over the horizon. The cold bit into my body the moment I stepped out of the home I had grown up in. It was going to take thirty minutes to get to the pleasure district. I walked the familiar winding road. Watching over my shoulder. I didn’t want to run into my mother. She would certainly kill me if she found out. I trudged through the cold mud. Beautiful white snow reflected the pink sky. It was the prettiest I had ever seen. This must be a good omen. The gods were looking favorably on m

The penthouse was supposed to be empty. Joelle Hayes had checked the security app twice before letting herself in with her master key at 11:17 p.m. Ethan Sinclair, the thirty-six-year-old tech billionaire whose empire spanned three continents and whose face graced the cover of every “Most Eligible” list in Manhattan, was listed as “out of residence” until tomorrow morning.

Sin City simmers in the afterglow of Ava’s performance and her incendiary exchange with DeMarco. The DJ spins something glittering and fast, but DeMarco lingers in the shadows, the ghost of her perfume still haunting him. The club feels different now—charged, restless, as if every patron senses the storm brewing between the unknown owner and his new obsession.

I can’t be indoors all day doing nothing while Jake goes out in the morning and disappears till nighg doing God knows what. This is why I took it upon myself to carry my lazy ass outside and hustle like the rest of the world. Hmm, who knows… I might be a boss lady in the future. ***** “Your name please” the sectarian said. I was on my phone behind two couples who kept saying weird Muahh stuff. I felt like using my heels and slapping one of them from behind. Like yuck, carry your fake relationship elsewhere. “Ma’am?” She called out again. “Huh?” I looked up at her. “Oh.. oh shit, sorry.” I giggled but she rolled her eyes at me without any form of professionalism.

My eyes roamed hungrily all over her body until they landed on the tattoo inked right below her navel. Holy fuck. “No fucking way…” I muttered. Katricia’s eyes went wide with panic as she tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but it was useless cause I'd already seen everything. "Nelson! How dare you walk in without knocking?! Get out!” She shrieked, pointing frantically at the door. Ignoring her, I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, drinking in the sight of her naked skin. “All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut w

Harper’s POV Our limo pulls in front of the stadium’s big gate. Two hefty security guards with loaded rifles strapped to their backs step forward, peering through our dark tainted glass. The driver rolls down the window and greets the guard standing beside his door. “Your tickets.” He demands with a stern face, his hand resting on the lowered glass. “Uh…” He looks back at Caleb, my boyfriend, and the state’s favorite and young basketball star. “Sir—”

, which is in the northern region. Mark heard him but did not stop in his tracks, swiftly leaving the house. “New City” was the largest entertainment city in the northern region. It was a place for people to drink and have fun, so naturally, it was a “sanctuary” for men. When Melanie heard the name being mentioned, she couldn’t help but frown. “Alejandro Smith, were you about to leave “New City” when you were stabbed, or was it the other way around?” The smile on Alejandro’s face immediately disappeared. “What kind of nonsense is this? I wasn’t there. I just so happened to be doing something nearby…”