Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

Hi, this is the first chapter of the second book of Sinful. Enjoy. SEWA’s POV Stepping out of the airplane, there was no mistake that I was back home. I didn't need to be told by any one; the soft wind that welcomed me, told me that much. I adjusted my small shoulder purse that had it's strap digging into my tits, dividing them and making each tit look bigger than they actually were. I hated it when that happens, but I was too excited to care.

(Mr. Valentino full name is Sean Valentino. So don't be confused.) Author Pov Sinister rolled his eyes at the arrival of his father who took a seat in front of him with a small smile. Sinister looked away annoyed at how much of a disgusting smile that old hag was giving him. "What the fuck is he doing here." He heard the annoying voice of his stepbrother who stepped inside the meeting room and instantly lashed out witnessing Sinister sitting there.

' Like the big boy he was, he wiped his face with the back of his long-sleeved tee and creaked the door open. 'Mum?' He called. But the being that materialized at the other end of the stairs wasn't his mother, however, he was covered in what was no doubt his dear mother's blood. 'We're leaving this place.' Greene abruptly woke up from his slumber in a familiar hotel room with his hair, face, and pillow drenched from profuse sweat. Not the most comfortable bed for a cheap rural inn but he will choose it over that which he slept in back in Campshire.

she replied. I was instantly worried, but I had to keep calm. “Alright! Link me immediately if anything happens.” “Have a little faith in your best friend Cesar,” she taunted. “Yeah, yeah,” I chuckled before closing the link and turning back to the conference. “Alright, let us move along with this!” I called out. The murmuring died down, and of course someone had to be brave. “Yes Silas, tell us about the evil that you conveniently know everything about,” Alpha Greene said sarcastically. I cringed from his disrespect, but I had to keep my cool. He’s one of the Alphas who has hated me for my power for as long as I could remember.

Guinevere gave her orders. … At the same time, in Ahn City. Weston’s face seemed clouded with darkness. Ben took his cell phone and walked over to him in silence. Weston had an intimidating aura around him. No one dared to approach him. He was like a death reaper. Even so, Ben still bit the bullet and went forward. “Mr. Ford, we’ve gotten some news...” Weston looked up and gave him a fierce glance, making Ben shudder.

The disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land and the Wicked Tribe appeared and surrounded Severin and the others, staring at them with their vicious eyes. Grenn noticed something was happening. Without ado, he quickly brought the men back to the Eastern Sea with him. His body glowed in a dark aura. The air of wickedness was sharp like a knife and froze the sea. After Horra's death, the overall power of the Wicked Tribe dropped. That was why Grenn hated Severin and the Grandiuno Sacred Land so much that he wished he could rip them apart and eat their flesh. He would have brought his men with him to attack the Grandiuno Sacred Land if there was a half-immortal helping him.

“I will come back later, my love.” “I thought I was the crazy one, Sinister, but you are fucking worse — you are a sociopath.” Sinister plucked him by the arm and pulled him into the hallway. “You'll say nothing to no one. This stays between us.” “OK, but you must clarify to me what Miranda Townsend's embalmed body is doing in your house.”

“But how long can I keep believing that?” There was no answer—just the steady beep of the monitor. Eventually, the door opened. I didn’t bother looking up until Marcus’s voice broke through the heavy silence. “Alpha.” I turned. He stood in the doorway, shoulders tense, expression grim. “What is it?” “There’s a situation. One of Dominic’s former allies has been spotted near the eastern border. Our scouts think they’re planning something.” Of course they were. There was always something. Dominic might have disappeared, but his poison had seeped deep into the soil of this pack. His shadow was a ghost that refused to die.

Westin chuckled, “Old fashion. I like that.” He sat down on the floor, crossing his legs, and propped his hands on the floor behind his body, looking chilled and relaxed. “So, what do you want to know?” he asked. Aurora stared at him, “Who are you?” She was asking about his real identity, not the fake one that he currently uses. He smiled, “Westin Sanchez. I already told you my name.” Her heart sank slightly. So he chose to keep on lying. But she decided to give him one more chance, “Why do you come to the city of Grace Ruin? Why pledge your loyalty to Silas? And why do you serve in Morgana’s troops?”

Unfortunately, it is still not working. I collapse on the cozy sofa fixed at the corner of the house, wrapping my arms around me. This does not make sense yet. Me loosing my powers. Why? How? I throw my glance around the house, taking in my environment all over again for the umpteenth time. George had said the name of this city was Greenwood . What if it is something that came with the city, maybe wolves are not allowed in here and we may just rendered ourselves unarmed. Maybe Pedro had finally traced us down here with some other hybrid witch that had succeeded in stealing my powers…