Sinners Fanart Novels & Stories

If not, then that’s how he’s gonna die. I glanced at Luciano who didn’t leave me even after hearing his brother ridicule him. My eyes turned to glare at Nikola but before it, I had a glimpse of a huge painting behind him; that was of a gorgeous brunette girl, her bluish oceanic eyes stood out first than her plump lips painted in red. She was partially naked and that somewhat upset me because she didn’t look like a whore, she had a virgin face and the fact I didn’t leave unnoticed she resembled me, a lot. A bucket of ice water cascaded on me.

“Please.” Brian scrawled his last name under the black guitar with white flecks. “After you get this done, you should send a picture of your tattoo to the webmaster on the Sinners website. There’s a fan tat page on there. Sinners Ink.” “I’m the webmaster,” Trey murmured. “So make sure it’s a naked picture.” Mark laughed nervously. Brian handed the pen to Trey, but he set it on the dresser and covered his pretty fan boy’s belly with both hands. His pinkies dipped into the waistband of Mark’s jeans. “I’ll sign it later.”

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

he said in a low, dangerous voice, “then we are completely fucked.” The altar in the center of the chamber pulsed brighter. New words burned themselves into the stone floor in glowing crimson letters, forming the first demand: “First Offering: The Altar of Seed. Produce your lust upon the altar. Cum. Squirt. Offer your pleasure. Only then will the next door open.” The voice returned, calm and merciless, as if it had been waiting for their denial. “Refuse… and suffer the consequences.” Tyler snapped again. “Fuck you!” he shouted at the ceiling. “I’m not jerking off on some demonic rock for your entertainment!”

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

"You really deserve an award, but unfortunately for you, I was prepared, or you might really have won." Walking to my bedside drawer, I took out a pinhole camera from the flowers my friend had sent me. Looking at the nurses, I then said, "Please call the cops. There's been a murder, and I have evidence." Then, turning back to Zach and Tina, I laughed as they went slack-jawed. "What, are you stupid? Did you think I'd leave my baby girl here alone? I just had to make sure I was hiding your bastard's face, and you did the rest."