Sinners Fanart Novels & Stories

he teases, eyes wide, taking in my room. “I’ve shared that I am a rock and metal fan,” I defend my room’s wall decor. “I just haven’t told Carson about the posters on my walls.” “Posters of sweaty, hot lead singers, bassists, guitarists, and drummers. All of which are not your husband, Carson.” Eli sarcastically points out the obvious. I swing my closet doors open, my hands and arms outstretched like a model, pointing out the Communicable poster. “Poor Carson’s heart will shatter if he finds out you hid him inside your closet, and it’s a poster of the entire band, not just him. The other posters only have one guy in them and are on display 24/7.”

“That’s… not appropriate.” “Is it a sin to notice beauty, Sister? God made you beautiful. Seems wasteful to hide it under all that black cloth.” Each session chipped away at her armor. Marcus was clever, articulate, and disarmingly honest about his past—violence born from a brutal childhood, choices that spiraled out of control. He didn’t ask for pity. He asked for understanding. And in return, he offered her something dangerous: undivided attention, raw masculinity, and words that lingered in her mind long after she returned to the quiet safety of the convent.

Though what he was saying was true, that did not make me wanna go back to this stalker ever. Me: Listen, little boy, I have moved on from you and I don't need you. In fact, I don't need anyone, I can live an alone and very happy life too. I am done chasing after boys. Cain: Look you are mad and that proves that you still love me. Me: Okay Cain, listen. Cain: Yeah please say you love me. Me: Okay, I am gonna say that *F*** you* Cain: What? Me: You are blocked, honey.

What the fuck. With a heavy sigh, I turn over underneath the blankets, coming face-to-face with Maddox who's shirtless now. He's not as pale or greyish as your usual vampire; his hair a light brown, complementing the light tan he has against his olive-ton complexion. But that's not the only thing I notice... It looks as though Satan has chiseled his body like some super greek god, or maybe just a general, hot vampire. "Liking the view?"

Nick knowingly tried to avoid eye contact, but I chuckled and said the little boy's name to clarify who I meant. "Bella. I heard Sean call that little bitch's name when she ran away from me." I explained hatefully, remembering when Sean had put an arm around that woman's waist and smiled sweetly at her, but his expression was completely different when he came back to face me. "I still don't understand what good that little kid is compared to me."

His jacket kissed the ground and the stones in it glimmered from the effect of the light. His long hair was packed upwards in such a way that it didn't fall all the way down to his shoulders but was wrapped neatly. Everything about him screamed sin from the way he glanced at the crowd lazily, glaring at Lucian who chuckled about something I couldn't seem to fathom. Lucian was wearing a Red attire, he looked dangerous, dark and sinful aside from his eyes that gave off the usual bright emerald.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

I loaned quietly trying not to bring the attention of others. Especially not Jake’s step father. All these while I’ve been thinking Daniel was Marcus but now I know the truth? I guess all is well. Who would have thought. Norah Black fucked all three men in the same family and none of them are aware of my doings. Damn, you’re a rebel girl. “Fuck..” I snapped out of my thoughts as he bit my neck while thrusting harder. He leaned in and sucked on my nipples through my top while pounding me. My tits bounced hard to the point that it made me extra horny. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper.

He pulled back slightly just to look at me again. And God… The expression on his face nearly weakened my knees. The tension in the room felt unbearable now. Anticipation. Need. Desire. Everything mixed until my head spun. Sebastian slowly removed his shot without breaking eye contact. My breath caught instantly. God. This man was unfairly attractive. Strong chest. Defined muscles. Tattooed arm. And a big fat cock that I couldn't wait to have inside me. And the confident look in his eyes while he watched my reaction made my entire body heat embarrassingly fast.

But I wouldn't trade the look for anything and am really glad Michael made me do it. We waited for a while on Wendy as Lucas decided on a tat for her. It wasn't until we got home that I was able to see what he had selected. Lucas settled on a tribal tat on her lower back just below her waist line but above her a*s. On her right breast was two bold black Asian looking letters. Lucas informed Richard and I the markings are the Chinese symbols for "Slave". They also pierced her navel which was something Wendy had always expressed an interest in doing after seeing models with belly rings in her magazines. It was the third tattoo that really floored me. Just above her shaved p*ssy lips to the rig