Sinn Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled so violently over the keyboard that I had to clench my fists twice just to steady them. The cursor on the “Submit Profile” button blinked like a heartbeat—steady, merciless, waiting for me to cross the line I could never uncross. Rina Thompson. 22 years old. Virgin. The words stared back at me from the stark white interface of VirginBid, the most exclusive, most depraved auction site on the shadowed edges of the internet. One click and my last shred of innocence would be catalogued, priced, and sold to the highest bidder.

And now Priya was calling. She answered. "I have the third layer," Priya said. Jade set down her coffee. "Tell me." "The Singapore entity is a trust structure," Priya said. "Old money, multi-generational, the kind of vehicle families use to hold assets across decades without visibility. It took my contact in Singapore forty-eight hours to get past the registration." A pause. "The beneficiary of the trust, and therefore the ultimate client of the intelligence firm, is not Marcus Harmon." Jade was very still.

he said in a sultry voice that made all my limbs go numb. I took a deep breath. ‘I wasn’t the shy type, so I wasn’t about to be one.’ ‘I don’t know what is going on, but I know that he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.’ ‘But it's not right. I can't.’ ‘It's just a kiss, what could go wrong. I’ll give in and damn the consequences.’ My mind kept on going back and forth. I inched closer to him, feeling his breath on my face. He didn’t move an inch. As I got closer, I inhaled his scent. He smelled of vanilla and cinnamon.

“You wanted to see me?” “Sin, come in,” Finn steps aside, and Sin’s eyes dart around nervously before landing on me. He arches a brow, spinning towards Finn once more, “Am I in trouble?” he cleared his throat. “I uh,” he angled himself, opening and closing his mouth for a moment before toying with something in his pocket.

Bright

I was holding the last thread of patience. “Speak,” I mumbled, trying to hold back the aggression in my throat. The next she gulped, audibly. There was fear plastered on her face which told me enough - something was wrong. “If you wish to be back to Italy with your bones in one structure. Speak for yourself!” I snarled, making her flinch as my pitch was painfully high. I instantly regretted the next moment because Jennifer was in the room and it was my luck she didn’t hear me snarling. I wouldn’t want her to hate me for savage behaviour, not at least her.

Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. A Sinner's Redemption umitsaquarius. All Rights Reserved © 2021

✒✒✒ “Chris?” Senna reached her hands to Chris’ shoulder. When the lager turned around Senna gasped and froze in shock. Chris was faxing her but it was difficult to know whether he was looking at her or not. Because his eyes were replaced with a black hole. It looks endless and the more Senna looked at it the more it feels like it was sucking her in. His lips opened as if to answer her question. But it was not the normal lips that Chris had. It was slimy and broken. There was a stench coming out of it. Senna shuddered and goosebumps run around her body. “Chris? What’s going on?” Trembling, Senna managed to ask her friend, if it was still her friend.

Escape. August is a month I can’t breathe properly through. Ironic isn’t it. It’s like even Father was psychic. One of my favourite people bearing the name of the month that took my breath and light away. Heavy Ironicness. I couldn’t help but feel animated. Like my creator’s one sick bastard. Like I'm a discount Disney character. Dead Mother. Bastard Father. Funny don’t you think.

There was the clink of the bottle she had left them. “You poured already. You good?” Nico asked. “I am fine. Just needed something in my hands,” Reid said. Sadie pushed two fingers inside herself and bit her lip so she would not make a sound. Her cunt was dripping down her knuckles already and her nipples hurt from how hard they were under her shirt. She worked her fingers in and out slow and listened. “So walk me through the last section again because you keep skipping it,” Nico said. Reid let out another short laugh.