Sinjin From Victorious Novels & Stories

Only a shaky, broken exhale. Jeremy’s eyes darkened with triumph. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “That’s what I thought, baby girl.”

she asks sardonically. I swallow. "I'm Amolet." "Before you say anything else, most generous and kind sister, she has an uncanny ability to strangle Immortals, so I wouldn't risk getting on her bad side. Trust me,” Sinful adds, to which I narrow my eyes on him, although am silently glad he’s informed Ira of that, a frown gathering between the girl’s brows. "Interesting," she muses. "I assume Sinful has fallen victim to this power of yours due to his mouth."

“Get him, Sin!” She snapped her eyes and narrowed them at him, “I don’t go by that name anymore, Adrian!” She called back as she ripped out that rogue’s throat.” The battle lasted all of fifteen minutes, and everyone is covered in blood, including Sinclair. I run over to her, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She tilted her head at me, just like Iris used to do, “Yeah. I’m fine. Are you okay?” “Yeah. I’m fine.” Adrian puts an arm over Sinclair and smiles at me, “Sinclair here used to be a hitman. Didn’t she tell you?”

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

He began to work. I expected him to just tie a knot and be done with it, like tying a shoelace. But this... this was different. He moved with a meticulous, practiced grace. The rope wound around my wrists, tightening just enough to be firm, not enough to burn. He looped it, pulled it, secured it. "This is Japanese silk," he murmured, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. "It won't chafe unless you fight it. If you struggle, it bites. If you surrender, it holds you."

I dipped the bloody fingers in. The scream this time nearly split his throat. I sighed in pleasure. “You touched her with these hands,” I reminded him calmly. I dropped the bowl. Picked up the sword. Heavy. Sharp. I smiled at him one last time. “For your final sin.” One clean swing. Blood splashed everywhere. Silence followed. I didn’t bother looking back. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked out. Nina Blake……I don’t forgive. Not when my dove is involved.

"She's fine. The gown is designed with a thermal resistor that regulates heat, so she is fairly warm in it, isn't that right, Vinca?" Vinca smiled and nodded, causing streaks of anger to course through Shanice's veins. "This bitch, just wait till I find a way of dealing with you" she was seething! "Frost, it's so good to see you. How have you been?" He turned at the voice to see Mr. V and next to him, the last person on earth that he wanted to meet, his aura turning cold suddenly. Vinca found her hand harshly squeezed and almost winced in pain.

Win yells. He ducks under Dagon’s swipe, pulls a hidden dagger from his chest sheath, and goes to work. He jabs—pec, stomach, side—and rolls out of reach. Dagon staggers. He’s not long for this fight. I leave Win to finish the job and head toward Lucifer. And I gotta admit—Lucifer? Yeah. He’s hot. Sin incarnate. No shirt, tight pants, flowing hair. It’s annoying, really. But he’s also about to die.

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.