Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

*SATURDAY | 4:00PM | ELENA’S APARTMENT | IKoyi | PLAYGROUND BY THE SWIMMING POOL* The afternoon sun was melting into gold. Elena’s apartment had this corner nobody used for business. A small playground. White swing set with blue seats. A tiny yellow slide. Rubber mats in bright colors. Hibiscus and bird-of-paradise plants in big white pots. Past the gate, the infinity pool shimmered. You could hear water lapping softly.

I wasn't planning on that, so discussing it with Dax was irrelevant. But I still nodded and smiled at him, “That's my boy.” It took a whole lot of time before we drove out of the pack and were now heading to the playground. It was situated in a remote land, owned by no pack, and the only one. Two hours later, we arrived there and alighted. Kaysen had a wide smile across his face as he looked around. There were several kids with their parent or parents, but the kids who came with their parents were more.

Where the hell are we going? The path opens up to something unexpected, a clearing with an old, rusted playground. A swing set leans slightly to one side, a battered slide glints in the sunlight, and a merry-go-round sits in the center, faded and creaking in the breeze. It’s nothing fancy, just a forgotten place tucked away from the world. I glance at Caleb, raising an eyebrow. “A playground? Really?” He smirks, motioning to the swings. “Yup. Figured you could use a little fun. You’ve been riding that bike with me all day, looking like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. Thought this might help.”

Eric said before hugging me tightly then followed by Jenna. "You guys rented the whole playground for me?" I asked in disbelief. Jenna nodded with a big smile. "Yeah!" Jenna replied pushing me inside, Eric following beside us. When I looked back before we entered, Alex had already disappeared. Everyone I know is inside, starting from friends from my school and some people from Alex's pack that I know. This playground is not too big but quite complete, several balloons decorate around the playground from merry-go round to bumper cars. The smell of caramel popcorn and cotton candy fills the air. I couldn't hold back the big smile that appeared on my face, for a moment I forgot my troubles.

Storm carried the entire pack on her back, and Ace carried its heart. I stood and dusted off my pants. The park was full today, warriors sparring in the training corner, mothers chatting near the picnic tables, a group of elders feeding the pups biscuits they pretended they weren’t supposed to have. The rebuilt playground was the pack’s pride, and Sebastian had insisted on making it twice the size after the twins learned how to walk. “It’s for safety,” he’d said. “It’s because you’re soft,” I’d replied. He didn’t deny it.

“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.

Restraint—I see it in the way his jaw tightens, the subtle shift of his shoulders. The prayer ends. We rise, disperse to our cells. In mine, I undress by candlelight, the flame flickering shadows on the walls. I slip under the thin blanket, rosary in hand, beads cool against my palm. I pray for strength, for purity. But as sleep claims me, his face swims in the darkness—green eyes, scarred hands, voice like sin.

The cops arrived at Tim's playground and searched the area but they couldn't find anything till an officer finally spotted a hatch that led to an underground cave. It was really big once they got inside and they felt like they were just going in circles. They searched for a few minutes before they found a cell. They were examining it when they heard a deafening scream.

“I’ll be beside you.” She placed her hand in his. And somehow, it was enough. *** The Sinclair residence sat behind tall gates in Bel Air, surrounded by carefully shaped gardens and old trees that had been growing there since before Verity was born. She watched the familiar driveway through the car window as they approached the house. The fountain her mother had chosen after a trip to Italy. The upstairs window that belonged to Verity’s childhood bedroom. The sight of it pressed against wounds she thought she had closed. Quentin’s hand found hers on the seat between them. He did not ask whether she was alright. He already knew she was not.

My shoe size was only seven, and his slippers were about sized eleven. As I gazed around the whole area, I could say that his condo unit was so simple. It was too manly because it only consists of plain black and white patterns—with not much of an interior design. The large white sofa with a glass table was located at the center, and from the back of it was the black curved staircase that would take you to the second-floor level. The crystal chandelier modernized with a fan was breathtaking to look at as well.