Novel & Cerita Sinister Names

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?

My pulse pounds in my ears, but I manage to ask, “Who were they? The people you killed?” He exhales sharply, his gaze falling to the photo album in his lap. “They weren’t innocents,” he says. "They were powerful people—monsters, really. The kind of men who thought they were untouchable, who hid behind money and influence to evade the law. They committed crimes that…” He trails off, shaking his head as if even the memory is too much. “And you... what?” I press gently, though every word feels like stepping onto thin ice. “You took justice into your own hands?”

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.