Sin City Novels & Stories

I kept my eyes on my phone as I walked away. Having a little patience to wait for her till she comes around won't hurt, since it will help me know my worth, although it will hurt. Just then, my phone rang. It was Madison. Her call was quite unexpected. "Hey, handsome." Madison slurred in her usual seductive southern accent. "Hey, Maddy," I responded. "Whatcha doing a hot shot?" "I'm just thriving senorita " I flirted back. "Hmmmm... thriving. I like the sound of that. Wanna come see you honey bunny."

's go!" Anais responded excitedly. The fate of the city was uncertain but Anais was right; her cousin Ethan was evil and there was no assurances that he would defend the people. There must be another way to save the city and Maya was going to find it. **** It didn't take long before the guards realized that the Princess was gone. Lord Nogard was furious. He knew that without Maya, his goal of becoming King would be impossible to achieve. He needed to find her immediately! "You are all idiots!! The slave trader is here and he wants to see her! Find her!! Now!!" The Lord yelled at the soldiers. "Yes, my Lord. I have all my men already looking for her," the nervous captain responded. **** Far N

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Apparently, the brunette who was giving him a blow job a while ago was done, letting him step out from behind the curtain and return to the couch. A girl working in the club as a waitress notices the man harassing the drunk little girl and immediately scares him away, probably threatening him with getting blacklisted. No one wants to be blacklisted from Serene heights. It’s not just a perfect place for socialization, many people come here to seek out contracts. With lots of public figures and young masters hanging out in the private longues, an ambitious corporate worker just needs to camp out at a strategic location and wait for his target to show up. Most times, people tend to award contra

Now, she wasn’t just reporting on it—she was inside it. And the only way out was through. The next evening, Ava found herself standing outside a sleek, high-rise building in the heart of the city. Damian’s invitation had been clear: 9 PM. Come alone. She smoothed her dress, exhaled, and stepped through the glass doors. The lobby was as pristine as a five-star hotel—polished floors, gold accents, not a single thing out of place. A woman in a sharp black suit greeted her without surprise. “Ms. Sinclair,” she said. “This way.”

I whisper back with a shy smile—though we both know he is. Too bad I can’t look at him the same way… not with Tobias here. Pfft. I’m actually crazy. We got to Sin City Chic, and the moment my eyes landed on the towering glass-and-gold facade, my lungs seized to function for a second. I'd only ever seen it from across the street or in glossy magazine ads, but never this close. Up close, it was even more intimidating. The air here f*els different... and richer somehow, as if even the oxygen has an entrance f*e.

He gave her an amused look. Iris looked flustered. “Why? Is it a desert?” He dipped his chin in a nod. “Well, sort of desert, but it’s a sinner’s paradise, a major hub around here. Can you guess the place?” Iris chewed her lip as she considered the hints – desert, sinner’s paradise, hub. “I see. Well, Nevada is a desert if we’re heading there. And Vegas is Sin City. So are we off to Las Vegas?”

Cassian pulled her panties off and wiped his hand with it and then tossed it on the floor. Sin noted this with revulsion. Did he hate women? Or did he just love demeaning them? He took off his shirt, revealing heavy biceps and abs, Sinora swallowed. He was completely ripped. And on top of that, he had the face of god like man. It was hard to tear her gaze away from him. He caught her eyes, holding them in a heated confrontational stare for a moment, before turning away coldly.

🍑Sin City Exposure🍑 “Fuck, Zara… someone’s going to see us.” I ignored Derrick’s warning and pressed my body harder against the glass balcony railing of our 45th-floor suite at The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas. The neon lights of the Strip glittered below like a sea of diamonds, the distant sound of slot machines and crowds floating up on the warm desert wind. My short black dress was already bunched around my waist, my bare ass exposed to the night air as Derrick stood behind me, his thick cock rubbing against my soaked pussy.

My bank account was almost drained in one second. But I am doing this for my Mom. No pressure. The guards stepped aside and I made my way inside. Neon lights cut through the smoke. Heavy bass rattled the floorboards. Leather booths lined the walls, occupied by couples grabbing at each other in the shadows. Bile rose in my throat. This isn’t a place for meetings. This is Adrian's sanctuary. He is indeed cheating on my mom. I scanned the crowd. Adrian was gone. I walked up to the bar and caught the bartender's attention.