Sinner Saints Novels & Stories

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.

"Okay come let's sort it out now. The earlier the better." He concluded. "Great." I smiled and sat close to him on the bed. "I ain't no saint amore." Emily. Yeah, no one is a saint. We are all sinners, so what the hell is he saying? "We are ain't Saint Pablo. You're a sinner, I am a sinner, so whatcha sayin?"

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.

Their hair was messy and their faces flushed with pure ecstasy. Clara came first on his cock, her pussy spasming wildly around his length. She screamed his name as her body shook. Vincent kept thrusting through her orgasm, making her squirt around his cock. Then he moved to Sara and fucked her even harder. “I’m going to cum inside you,” he groaned. “Yes, Daddy! Fill me up!” Sara begged. She wrapped her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Cum deep in your stepdaughter’s pussy!” Vincent slammed into her one final time and exploded. He kept thrusting as he came. Sara moaned loudly, cumming again from the feeling of being filled. He pulled out of her, tired. The room echoed with the panting

“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.

From within a hospital bed, I’d given my first order to my Sergeant at Arms, and with that taken my place. “We can’t be that club anymore,” I said softly. “If we kill Grover, if we murder one of our own, we’re no better than Viper and Los Psychos. This is our line in the sand. This is where we decide what kind of club the Burning Saints is going to be from now on.”

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.