Sinister Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

My jaw ached from clenching it too hard. Sera thought she could humiliate him? That she could replace him with her? My grip on the phone tightened before i exhaled sharply and dialed a number. "Mr. Carter," a smooth voice answered. "I need information," I said coldly. "Everything you can find on Raven Sinclair. Every business dealing. Every connection. Every weakness." The man on the other end chuckled. "Ah, I see. The little vixen has become a problem." My eyes darkened. "She took what’s mine. And I want to know exactly where to strike."

The note was waiting on her pillow. Heavy cream paper, no envelope this time, just the words written in a precise, unfamiliar hand: Midnight. The east wing. Room with the red door. Selina had never been to the east wing. She had passed its entrance in daylight, noting the way the hall curved out of sight, lit by narrow windows and smelling faintly of sandalwood. At night, the air there felt heavier, the silence deeper. The red door stood at the far end, its color a muted, blood-warm shade in the low light. She knocked once. It opened immediately.

I shrieked in fear when I felt their hands on my hair and I finally saw their presence before me. Red, dark and dangerous. It made me swallow harsh intake of hair as their canines were out, ready to devour me. “She smells good too, a nice neck at that. “Let's take her home, enough talking. The blood moon is making my throat burn dry.” I stared at the desperate one with Auburn hair and black eyes, they all had black eyes making them look extremely scary and different and hiding the beauty they were supposed to possess. “You might not want to do that!” I replied boldly even though I was shaking and vibrating within.

He growled, his voice laced with anger. "You really hurt my feelings there Robert." I turned around and faced Robertson with a sly smile. "Give me a name." He remained silent. I grabbed his neck, just when I was about tightening my grip, I heard a weak whimper. "Reed… his name is Reed, he's a priest at St. Gunnivere."

She must, right! "Th----, I-----," I stammered, looking down and just listening to my heartbeat. I was scared immensely. "You are so afraid of him, aren't you?" she smirked, making me plead through my eyes. My heart went completely silent, I could expect anything from her. She wasn't Ryker, who would only play with me or tease me with that secret, Scarlet was going to use it without any fear. "Please do---," I started in a whisper and couldn't get the courage to end the phrase.

But this she wasn't afraid of him, afraid of anything. Inessa stepped a little closer to him and peered into his gaze. "Who she is to me , Sinister ? " His mouth continued to remain sealed which made more tears of pain to fill into her eyes. "What relation I have with her, Sinister ? " Inessa raised her voice because now her patience was leaving her. But he still gazed at her blankly, making her sanity to pushed its limits. "Sinis..... " "Elvira Suarez's first child and your half sibling, "

Jake's thrusts were deep, his pelvis slapping against her ass, the sound echoing. Samantha buried her face in the sheets, biting the fabric to muffle her screams. Elena's hands roamed up, pinching her swinging breasts. Jake leaned over, his chest hair tickling Samantha's back, and whispered, "You feel so good, sis. Been wanting this forever." The taboo of everything going on sent a shiver through her, heightening everything.

His voice vibrated against my skin, low and laced with a murderous intent that made the air in the grand dining hall grow instantly thin. Over his broad, towering shoulder, Victoria stood like an elegant statue of execution. Her eyes were unblinking, her fingers still poised near her throat in that silent promise. Her brother and sister sat perfectly still, their faces clear of any guilt, waiting for me to pull the pin on the grenade.

Commanding, Confident, The kind of man who looked at you like he could see straight through your clothes and knew exactly what you needed. Just a little while ago downstairs, he’d caught me when I stumbled. His hands had gripped my waist—firm, warm, and lingering just a second too long to be accidental. His breath had been hot against my ear when he’d leaned in, mocking me with that word: mom. The way he said it made my knees weak. I knew his eyes had been on me the entire time My fingers moved faster now, circling my clit as I let the fantasy take over. In my mind, Matthew wasn’t there. It was just Archie and me in that room. He’d corner me against the wall, those dark eyes burning into min

"And Sinister, this is my daughter, Sofia." I frowned at Dad in confusion. This name sounded familiar... And then breath hitched at my throat as realization hit me. Seeing my wide eyes, Dad nodded at me, confirming that I was thinking the right thing. Sinister Petrosyan. The most lethal and powerful Russian Mafia. The entire Russian police wanted him, hell, law around the entire world was after him. Even mighty mafia leaders around the world feared him. There was a saying that If the others were mafia leaders, then he was the mafia.