Novel & Cerita Sinister Names

More fear than anything, really. He chuckles and stands, his body towering over me like a giant, and suddenly, I feel like an ant about to be crushed. "Maddox," he replies. "My name is Maddox Archfiend. Prince of NitraVille and this is my brother, Samuel." Maddox gestures towards the other man. "He too, is Prince of NitraVille." My brows furrow in confusion. There is no Kingdom near me; I've never even heard of this "NitraVille". Who are these people.

"Yes. It's Hunter Tiberius Williams." He chuckled, "wrong. That's what the outsiders think. I think somewhere along the lines of spreading stories about my supposed 'cruelty', someone got my name wrong." He almost sounded very friendly as he dropped his hands. I looked at him, narrowing my eyes at him, "then what's your name?" "It's actually Sinclair. Sinclair Kai Monero." He shrugged at me and my jaw dropped. He noticed it and wiggled his brows at me, "very different from the name you mentioned, correct?"

His red hair makes him look more daring than usual. I look down at my shoulder when he touches it, before looking back at his tall, slender figure. As his name implies, he is the personification of the third of the seven deadly sins. Lust. He is as dangerous as that. We have been fated to be siblings along with the other personifications of the seven deadly sins. With me as the eldest. This is a secret. No one in the Alkhemi knows about the seven deadly sins living amongst us. And it should be kept that way for peace to continue.

But, with the knowledge Daniel had imparted to me, I systematically unraveled their labyrinthine façade. Their screen names were as sinister as their deeds: "DarkSpy," "DeceitMaster," "GhostRider," and "MaskedVigilante." These monikers reflected their twisted sense of self-importance, as they believed themselves to be vigilantes of justice when, in reality, they were nothing more than tormentors. Tap, tap, tap – my fingers danced across the keyboard, each keystroke echoing like a determined heartbeat. "I've accessed their accounts," whispered my hidden ally in the digital shadows.

He cooed, still stroking my hair while I dampened his shirt with my tears. We both know I wasn’t crying because she’s in the hospital but rather because I am an outcast in my family. “I-I know they don’t like me but why? This is a huge thing. She has a heart condition, Adonis and they kept me in the dark. I know she disowned me once but I’m still here, aren’t I ? I am still a part of the family. My name is Lola Hilton. It means something, right? How is it so easy for them?” I cried out, clawing his shirt tighter as I cried. Adonis didn’t speak, he only held my tighter and listened to me.

his smirk turned iniquitous after hearing Dario but his mouth didn't utter a single word whereas his eyes were busy in analysing that fear in that man named Thomson's eyes. Riccardo Alfanso was a very well reputed and big name, not just only in the business world but even outside it but that same exact name was enough to shiver the dark and feral walls of the underground which considered him as a vicious and most deadliest sinner of their world. But this man dared to expose his sinister side to that world which considered him as a highly reputed and powerful businessman. "He took your pictures of entering into that club last night, boss,"

The moment I sat down next to Damien, I felt their eyes on me. “Well, well,” one of them said, a slick-looking man with a greedy smile. “Damien, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful new assistant. When did you start hiring women this stunning?” Another chuckled. “She’s a sight for sore eyes. What’s your name, sweetheart?” “Elena,” I said politely, forcing a smile. I could feel Damien’s body tense beside me. “Elena Mitchell. The third investor leaned forward. “You’re wasting her in the office, Damien. A woman like this should be shown off. Maybe we can take her out for drinks after this meeting?”

I wanted to understand. He took a deep breath. “My name… is Kieran,” he said. “Kieran Thorne.” I froze. Just his name hit me like a punch. It sounded human. Normal. But everything about him said it wasn’t. “My pack,” he said, “my people… they are divided. Destroyed. I was supposed to lead them. I am their alpha by right.” “You… were poisoned,” I said slowly. The wounds. The blood. The fever. “Is that why you were on the street?”