Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

“Niko?” I nod. Sinful claps his hands together, making me flinch. He’s stepped closer to me; so much so, I can smell the scent he emits. It’s an intoxicating scent of pure jasmine, so heady it’s making my head spin. Again, it’s something from another world entirely, twisted in to take my mind in its control. “You have interrupted our meeting tonight, but I can’t say I haven’t been entertained,” Sinful says, his smiling telling all.

The whole thing was chalked up to scandal and sin. Room 3B. My apartment. I sat back on the floor, my legs tingling and heart thudding a little too loud in my chest. It wasn’t just the name or the history that bothered me. It was the way the air felt heavy with pain, like he knew I knew. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Not really. I climbed into bed in just a tank top and panties, heart racing and skin already prickling with the memory of his touch. I turned off the lights. The window was open, and the breeze was cool and slow. I could hear the city humming faintly outside but all of it faded the moment I shut my eyes.

in a few months time we will be packing up the babies and heading off to Bora Bora for this beach wedding for some of the most flammable beings I know! Damn, I really hope they don't die getting married to each other. That'd be horrible. ~ ~ ~ End of part 1 to Sinful Nights...

His wicked groans accompanying my stolen moans reflected the notes of an irreligious hymn everything about our twilight rendezvous screamed sin. And if that is so, send me straight to fucking hell.

Then nights where she couldn’t sleep because it felt like her own chest was working against her. Now, it’s worse. April needs surgery. A complicated one. The kind that doesn’t wait. The kind that comes with numbers I can’t even bring myself to say out loud. And the cruelest part? It’s treatable—fixable—only if you have the money. So here I am. Doing what I never imagined I would. Crossing lines I once swore I’d never even approach. Not because I want to—but because I don’t have the luxury of pride anymore.

“Are you going to punish me? Tell the Mother Superior? Or…” “No one else is involved,” he cut in quietly. “This stays between us and God. But penance is still required, Ciara. Real penance. Not just words in a booth.” He pointed at the open book on the table. The pages were handwritten in neat, careful script. The title at the top of the visible page read *Repentance for the Sin of Lust*. “Kneel,” he ordered. My knees folded before my brain even caught up. The stone floor was cold through my thin dress. I knelt right in front of the table, the book inches from my face. The candle flames flickered across the words.

December 1st arrived cloaked in gray skies and a bitter wind that blew through the heart of the city like a warning. At the top floor of the Blackwell Penthouse, plans were unfolding with clockwork precision. The masquerade ball, what had once been an idea turned tradition whispered in the shadow of grief by Blackwell Senior, was now a weapon, a statement, a performance designed to draw out enemies hiding behind titles and veils.

Will Ryker ever redeem himself or will he continue to use her at night and trash her in the morning? You can search it up as *The Toxic Marriage* on your desktop. Daily updates will begin in a few days.

We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them. Ugh. I was going to hell, wasn't I? "Hey, my parents' anniversary is today so they're going away for the night and Asher just texted me saying that he's throwing a party tonight. You're still coming over right?" Harper asked as we finished our final class of the day. Shit. Their parents were going out of town and he's throwing a party. There would be alcohol there and I sometimes couldn't handle myself around that crap. I was also still fantasizing over a guy I couldn't have and when I mixed alcohol with my emotions, it could get ugly.

~Amolet I’ve decided that I don’t think I like Sinful. After the hot springs, Sinful transported us all back to his estate for the night. The moment my feet touched the ground, I was dressed in appropriate clothing again, and right before I could say anything to Sinful, he wished us a good night, and vanished into thin air.