Sinister Names Novels & Stories

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.

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,"

“Probably. Kind of like how Klaire’s friends use her just for her name.” “Gosh, that’s another thing I want to help Klaire with. She is so dense when it comes to those things. Anyone with some pretty words can get into her little posse. It’s dangerous and she can really invite some bad people around her. When I was talking to her about her family, she said that they would call her for favors and basically act the same way as her friends but she didn’t give them the time of day.”

“And it’s my favorite, so don’t be too hard on it.” “No, baby, I love it!” Bhakti says, her eyes alight. “I think we have a first name,” Liam says. He picks up his list and reads off his girl names. “Svetlana, Dannika, Brina, Brencis, and Sileny.” “What does Sileny mean?” I ask. “Moonlight,” Liam answers. “Zoe Sileny,” Bhakti says. She shakes her head. “It just doesn’t sound right.”

I turned fully to face him, letting water glide up to my waist, letting the lights that reflected in the water shimmer across my skin like some kind of invitation. “Angel?” I echoed, amused.“That’s the best you’ve got?” He grinned.“Give me five seconds and I can come up with something better. Name?” “Liv,” I said, letting my voice drop just slightly. His eyes dipped to my collarbones, then back to my face— but not in the slimy boyish way most guys stared. No... there was control in it. Deliberate. Slow. Like he wanted to memorise me. “I’m Adrian.”

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?”

And that was the only thing that felt strange. I took the file and stared at it. Lira’s documents were all there, already carrying my name: Blackthorne. She was officially my contract surrogate wife. I didn't need to be told twice that she’d accept the deal. Anyone with that much hunger for revenge would sign their soul away. "You've done well, Lena," I said, my mind already moving. "Transfer all the documents of my fourth company to this name." I was going to make her big. Bigger than anyone who had ever laid a hand on her. Meetings were held, million-dollar signatures were forged, and yet, the only thing I could think about was getting back to that house.

The looks they gave me said it all—they weren’t even trying to hide their amusement anymore. We were a spectacle. A mystery. Dad’s death, the drama surrounding it, and now the endless theories about who did it. I wouldn’t be shocked if they had actual nicknames for us, like we were contestants on some reality show. Isabella probably had something sinister, like “The Ice Queen” or “The cheating wife.” Me? I was probably pegged as “The golden boy.” or some nonsense like that. “Still,” the first officer continued, snapping me back to their chatter. “It’s wild. A family like that, all that money, all those secrets... They’re bound to explode sooner or later.”

For most, they've had it too many times it became predictable, I just needed the first experience. Cute. Projecting your insecurities on a stranger. "I should find my friend. It's getting late. I grabbed my phone to leave. " "Don't I get a name?" "You first." I answered, pausing for a response. "You do not want to know my name Red." My fingers slipped into my hair, losing the curls with my fingers. "How mysterious, just what every girl needs. You don't get to know mine either." I turned my back against him. "What if I already do?"