Sin City Novels & Stories

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

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.

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

I didn’t; have… I can’t do this. My hands reached my forehead and I shut my eyes as the breathing started to get heavier. Everything started to come into my mind. My faith, religious norms, a promise to guard my virtue, a belief of mine over the years. I protected myself from the devils just to be with one sacred man chosen for me by God but what did I do? I gave my most precious thing to the evilest satan. The father of sins.

Now here we were, right in the heart of Sinaloa. Culiacan, the golden city of Sinaloa. It was a lovely place and everything was pleasing to the eye. But the years of street fights and drug violence had worn and torn it down. There were barely enough people roaming the streets because they knew damn well that at any second of the day, guns may detonate and a motherfucker would shit right there and then. Only the braves stuck around. But it was a good place, except for the fact that it was a Hub of Violence.

Katherine Fisher sauntered in behind him, an annoying smirk still planted on her too pretty face. "Well, it's like this," Mikeal responded, his gaze settling on Lydia. "Kat got a call from Lana. She said you killed a hunter, got entangled with the rogues and we're being questioned by the founders'council. We left New Orleans three hours ago and drove straight here." "Because?" I asked, knowing it would annoy Mikeal and amuse Kat. "BEAST KINDRED has a reputation to uphold, Damien. You can't be dragged into the council in every town you visit."

“Are you enjoying your holiday here with this James person?” I chuckled. “I’m not really here on holiday,” I said. “My brother had a bit of trouble, and I’m here to help him. We’re both from Mystic Spring, New Hampshire.” “Oh, I see,” she said. “Las Vegas isn’t really a city where your dreams actually come true, is it? It’s more of a tourist city where men come to gamble and do prostitution.” She blushed and looked desperately angry at the same time. I understood where she was going. Sin City was famous for those two things, wasn’t it? Of course drugs as well.

DAMN IT FOR FUCK'S SAKE! As the sun begins to set, casting long shadows on the pavement, I find myself standing outside the Mitchell household. I hesitate for a moment. My sweaty nervous hand are hovering over the polished doorknob with my heart pounding with equal parts fear and anticipation. A voice inside me urges me to step back, to resist and flee from the temptation that lay beyond this door. But another voice, controlled by desire and curiosity, whispers seductively, beckoning me to take that fateful step..... With a mixture of eagerness and longing, I turn the knob, my heart pounding hard and relentlessly in my ears like a tribal drum. Well, what's the jumpiness for? I am only here

I could feel it. He walked in our direction and I panicked. No, no, no! Why can't he just leave us be? "Hey, girls," Jake rasped as he looked down at us. He was one of Asher's best friends and not bad looking himself. Then he looked at me. "Hey, Layla." Why did I cringe when he said my name that way? Jake was hot and most girls would kill to be with him, so why didn't I? "Go away! We're having girl time," Harper whined as she tried to splash them away.

“You assume correctly.” As he typed, Eden let her gaze drift toward the window. Outside, the city buzzed. She wondered if Callum Calhoun was somewhere in it—maybe back at Black Velvet & Lace, maybe behind some corner office desk making power moves and sipping espresso without a care in the world.