Sinners Anonymous Novels & Stories

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

“Slowly, Redbird. Let me see every inch of you,” he says, and judging by the way his devilish eyes are pinning me in place, it sure as hell isn’t a request. …. Five years ago, Zara ran from Greyhaven. She was eighteen, accepted to a school three hours away, and in love with the one man she was not allowed to want: her mother’s husband. Now her mother is dead. Zara comes home for the funeral and finds Ramsey Levi Lakewood unchanged. Same grey eyes. Same space he used to leave between them. He has not aged a day. Then he touches her, and something that has been sleeping inside her wakes up screaming for him. She does not know what Ramsey is. She does not know what she is. He only

Just above the writing that looked like it dripped down the wall. But so far besides this business card there were no other connections, no other evidence , no finger prints, nothing. The card could just be circumstantial , maybe placed there to lead the investigation astray. Of course I knew who this symbol belonged to. No cop or civilian in this town didn’t know who The Sinner’s were. They were known to be a motorcycle club. A gang of individuals that believed they were above the law. In all honesty most of the time they were, around eighty percent of cold cases all have the The sinners down as the suspected culprits. But it could never be proved.

*Snow POV* I pulled up my drawstring bag, looking at the notice board. Nikky, Tasha and Bella, The three witches' photos and full names were boldly pasted on it, along with the notice of their expulsion. I didn't mean to sound evil, but they got what they deserved: seducing coaches and blackmailing them, bullying people to join their stupid girl cult, and their circle of madness.

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.

Ah, fucking finally. “You look fucked up, Brixton. You got any more?” Raegan speaks to me in a whisper as I head to the side of the building to join the other smokers, desperate to get their nicotine fix before the dreaded Narcotics Anonymous meeting that’s about to start. “I’m not fucked up, Rae, so shut your fucking mouth before the wrong person hears that. You tryin’ to get me sent back to fucking prison?"

She chuckled loudly and she laughed so hard that she began to tear up. Finally, she stopped laughing and her once smiley face turned cold. It was so cold that it could make a hot plate of food cold. She vented her anger on the pictures she was holding by squeezing them. With a determined and unwavering look on her face, she said, “Dear Sinners, be ready for your judgement. Carla is back and the time of your reckoning has come!”. She burst into uncontrollable laughter, which echoed in the room.

Apparently, he stayed near her flat block, just two blocks away from each other. "Ah right can I add your Cocoa ID?" Troy asked out of the blue, his eyes glimmering in stars. So cocoa chat messenger is apparently a trend in South Korea, that she knows of but she doesn't know why it's more trending among teenagers than Kkum does, another social app the female detective uses to troll people. Cocoa theme looks very plain, like it's all chocolate and green, while in Kkum people can talk to random strangers and troll people for life. Rae would keep this hobby of hers a secret from everyone though.

He asked shifting his weight up nervously so that his fast betraying cock did not throw itself up in her ass. "Well, you're a criminal family. And I know the city doesn't just praise you for that. Your family handles half the city's needs just like the Belmonts." "So, you're trading up then, power for power." He stated in a thick voice. Sinora moved up a bit, making Cassian even more uncomfortable. He stretched himself up again to avoid contact with her entrance. "I'm trying to live and make Charles, my sister and my mother regret putting me in positions that were meant to destroy me." She muttered, leaning closer and closer to his rising dick.

I said and they almost cheered. "Boss? why Sin? which power is sin?" one of them asked. "Of course, it's us you fool. Land of Mercy, Milan. Sin, Rome" Theon answered and they all smirked, a certain vibe filled the air stunning me 'I hope they are not planning to fuck out all the brains of our females?' Theon looked at me and smirked too as if knowing what I was thinking. "Now, let's discuss how we will attack," I said with the hope that everything would die down but I did not. Even though they are all paying attention to me but it seems like the Sin atmosphere has come to stay. "The land of mercy will attack the first head leader base this night and wipe them out silently but we will make it