Sinner Saints Novels & Stories

she quietly asked. Tony smirked. “Honestly? It’s kinda personal,” he paused and sighed, feigning indecision. Scratching his chin. “..But I’ll tell you,” he grinned. “...It’s my brand.” He looked around then back at the woman. “My sin.” he finally revealed. “It’s my way to atone forgiveness to the people that this goddamn surname victimized.” Tony whispered. “If they traced me back to my surname and decided to kill me, then I’ll let them. After all, they’re only delivering me my sentence.” he continued.

She’s not exactly a hero of justice, seeing the fallen victim from ‘The Cannibal’ just made it worse. “Inspector, take Jaemin and me to the crime scene” Rae stiffened. “On it” he replied short. * * * Jaemin sits next to Vaan, while Rae chose the backseat as her domain. She stares outside the police car as the car passes by the colorful street lights. Theister city was built by the millennials who are hungry for technology and advancement. Some even said this city is cursed, and a city of unification of evil.

It was all too late. _________________________ Sisa* is the deranged mother of Basilio and Crispin in Jose P. Rizal’s Noli Me Tangere. Unable to stand up to her abusive husband, and later the Guardia Civil, Sisa went from one traumatic event to another, causing her to eventually lose her sanity due to the mental burden. This insanity manifested in her wandering around San Diego, calling out her children’s names, and singing songs out of nowhere. [Source: G****e]

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.

“Or the nearest I could get to you.” “Do you hear that? My brother filled his life with whores and women who looked like you. You were his obsession, Keeley. Oh, the things I could show you. Pictures of what he made those women do. What he imagined doing to you.” He cackled. “He dressed them up as you, made them answer to your name. He fucked them. Used them. But the one person he wanted to do that to was you. His saintly Keeley. So far above us sinners that….” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Do you want her to remain the saint you put on the pedestal, Gio?” “Yes.” I didn’t even hesitate.

Always clumsy. A few of the bikers laughed. The sound stabbed. I lifted my chin and walked toward the chapel where the service was already underway. Every step was heavier than the last, dragging me deeper into the world I’d fled. And then I saw him. Jacob North stood at the back of the room, leaning against the wall like a predator waiting for prey. Broad shoulders filling out his leather jacket, jaw shadowed with stubble, scars cutting brutal lines across his face. His eyes—dark, unreadable—locked onto mine.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

I couldn't maintain eye contact with him, his presence alone was heavy on me, and I couldn't hide the odor that reeked out of his body. Sinner smells really bad, like rotten food, or spoiled milk mixed with acid. He reeked of foul odor and if care is not taken, I could throw up. I've always heard the performers gossip about Sinner, they whispered him being a predator, and how cruelly he treats everyone. They claim the only person he fears was Bishop, and as long as Bishop has no idea what's happening inside this penthouse, then Sinner feels he is in charge, and owns the world.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A