Sinners Fanart Novels & Stories

The moment my heels found purchase on the floor, I stood up, attempting to dart past his massive frame toward the door. But Alaric was faster. His heavy body slammed into mine, pinning me back down onto the leather cushions, his immense weight completely trapping me. Slap! The sharp, deafening crack of my palm colliding with his jaw echoed through the quiet room. I hit him with everything I had left. The force of the blow snapped his head to the side. Alaric froze, his muscles locking instantly. A thin bead of crimson welled where his teeth had bit into the inside of his lower lip. For a long, agonizing beat, he didn't move. He just stared at the wall, the dark, beastly fog in his eyes slowl

Fortunately, his car windshield was darkly tinted. Liam opened the lights and slightly touched my collar bone with remorse. “I’m sorry, I stained your gorgeous skin.” That prompted me to warily open my bag and bring out my compact powder mirror. I looked that part over the reflection and found a reddish hickey slightly under my collar bone. I searched for my blazer, and including the dream catcher, I found it beside my right foot. I immediately wore it, making sure that no one could see my mark as it was truly suspicious.

“I missed you today. Couldn't stop thinking about the way your pussy felt around my cock. They way you screamed my name.” “No.” I tried to push his hand away, but my own fingers just gripped his wrist, not pushing. Just holding. “We can't. Brianna is my best friend. She made me promise….” “It doesn't matter, Athena.” His thumb brushed against the edge of my panties. “But I know. I know you want this. I saw it in your eyes last night when you came all over my dick.” My breath hitched. “Adrian, please…” “Please what? Please stop?” He pressed harder. His middle finger traced the seam of my pussy through the damp cotton.

Adrian was reasserting visibility. Marco responded by quietly canceling two of them. Adrian countered by announcing a charity partnership tied to the estate. Marco released a statement clarifying beneficiary authority. Jacob doubled patrols. Cole and Reece started a betting pool. “I give it three days,” Cole said as we passed each other near the courtyard. “Before North actually growls at someone.” “I do not growl,” Jacob muttered. “You glower,” Reece said. “Different flavor. Same effect.” I realized then that everyone was choosing sides, whether they admitted it or not.

Sluts in shining armor, "I laughed before hanging up. Staying to see the look of anger and irritation on his face was tempting but something told me I wouldn't get this lucky again. I spotted spray paint next to one of the cars and picked it up ,after doing the nozzle, I went back to work painting the windscreen of his car with a strong clear message. " Now you are fucked up. " He was the worlds greatest bastard and he deserved this for mess6ing with me. It sounded like fun. A Stepping back, I let the hint of a smile curve on my lips as I admired my work. * * * We walked into the Ozin, a modern plush club with beige carpeting inside and magnificent doors tinged with a subtle shade of gold

“I adore how much you believe in me, but girl, I really fucked that shit up. And yes, I did take pictures.” She opened her gallery and handed the phone back to Monica. Monica looked through the photos carefully, searching for obvious mistakes. What she saw instead made her pause. She glanced at Verity, then back at the painting, and gulped. Verity noticed the strange reaction. “What’s wrong? Is it that bad?” Monica shook her head slowly. “You sure you fucked this up, or you just don’t like who you painted? Don’t get me wrong, you can definitely do better, but… um… yeah.”

It was quiet and peaceful, opposite from what was going inside me. Kimberly was naked ,laid on her back ,the only thing that was covering her was a thin sheet from the lower back till her feet. Her skin was as white as snow and the only colour left on her body were the marks of strikes, deep red and brown colour lines left a cruel decoration on her back. Each line didn't just left a scar on her back but also her soul.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

I try to keep up but my dad doesn’t. After a while, I give up. I open I*******m on my phone and the feed is blowing up with posts from the party. Everyone is out there having fun while I’m stuck here being miserable. In one photo, Miles is shirtless and someone tagged him. I scroll through the comments. “God, he is so hot.” “Is that Ares? Save some of the god for the rest of us, Brina!” Right on cue, Brina’s comment sits at the top, accompanied by an image of his head buried in her chest. “Keep scrolling. I don’t share.”

It is like Sin senses this, so he holds onto my hand, intertwining our fingers. Now, all of the seven deadly sins have gathered around us; Pride in his suit and blonde hair, Envy in her dark skin, Sloth in her shiny but lazy aura, Wrath in his angriest form, Greed standing quiet as usual, Gluttony standing in a conrer beside Greed with something in his mouth. And the last one, Luca, I am guessing he should be Lust. That explains a lot about his sexual gratifications. “We are leaving. Pave the way.” Sin glares at Envy.