Sinister Names Novels & Stories

I said, trying to sound braver than I felt, “then I’m calling you something too.” “Oh yeah?” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “And what’s that gonna be?” “Well,” I said slowly, “you could start by telling me your name.” There was a pause, like he was deciding whether or not to tell me. Then, in that same quiet, steady tone, he said, “Sinclair.” I repeated it softly. “Sinclair…” The name fit him perfectly. It sounded dark and sharp, like the edge of a secret. I could picture it on a leather patch or a silver ring. Sinclair. It even sounded dangerous.

These weird people are getting weirder and weirder every f*cking day. *** "Wait, come again?" I asked as I was about to laugh. "You are the lust sin. Like ours, we took your code name to the first two letters of your given name and we combined it to the last two letters of your surname and there you have it… You're lust of the seven sins association." "Seriously? Of all the sins, I became the lust? Are you f*cking kidding me!?" What the hell? Do they really think I'm a lustful person?

When his eyes finally meet mine, they’re dark, stormy, and haunted. “Because I had a reputation to live up to,” he says, his voice quiet and laced with bitterness. “A family that demanded I be someone I didn’t want to be. Someone ruthless. Someone who didn’t question orders.” I stay silent, sensing there’s more. He runs a hand through his hair, his fingers shaking slightly. “But I couldn’t give them exactly that. So, I found another way. A way that didn’t leave room for hesitation, for second-guessing. The world I lived in — it doesn’t forgive weakness. It doesn’t allow it.”

And he vowed never to keep her in the dark anymore. “You see, I have a potential enemy,” he began, adjusting himself so he could let her sit on him and straddle his waist. “No one knows his real name because we know nothing about him. He is a mercenary, and he goes by the nickname, Scarred Sinner. For short, it's Double S. He always wears a mask and is hell-bent on ruining me, and my family in general.” Alessia listened attentively, the words sinking into their brains.

The only way I could show him that I would never succumb to his religious madness was to become the exact opposite of what he wanted. I became a menace to the whole town, but nobody knew why. They were ready to throw stones and point fingers. They were all fake and I could see through them. They called me names and mocked me because I smoked, drank, and was bisexual. They warned their children to stay away from me. My name was always on their lips. “Let he that is without sin cast the first stone.” (Present time) I dragged myself into his office. I swear that old man knows just how to piss me off.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

14 Luciano “Capo, la mia signora è con quel tipo di nome Rory Johnson. (Boss, my lady is with that guy named Rory Johnson.),” Domenico informed me, I was looking at the monitor and watching them walking past my men looking at them with surprised eyes. I fisted my right hand as I saw her holding that candy fucker’s hand. I wanted to break his hands. How did he touch what I touched?! How dare he?!

But then, Alpha Darwin uttered the words that sent a shiver down my spine, freezing the blood in my veins: "The attack was orchestrated by the Dark Fangs." The very name struck terror into the hearts of even the most seasoned warriors. The Dark Fangs were not a mere band of marauders or rival packs seeking territory. No, they were something far more sinister—a clandestine organization composed of high-class assassins, renowned for their ruthlessness and complete disregard for human life. The tales of their cruelty were whispered in hushed tones throughout the supernatural world. They operated in shadows, striking swiftly and silently, leaving no trace of their presence except for the lifeles

Gregori studied me for a moment as if deciding something, weighing how much I should know. Then he exhaled quietly. “Sin is a nickname,” he said finally. “They call him Lieutenant Sin because he is my right-hand man. He handles everything that needs to be handled.” His tone was careful and deliberate. I did not ask further because I did not need to. The meaning was clear enough. Mafia. Power. Danger. yeah… I lowered my gaze slightly, nodding in understanding. Gregori let out a quiet chuckle, as though he could read exactly what was running through my mind.