Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

“Not really. I just went across their files and identities and it just sunk onto me.” We walked until we reached a building fenced with a gate bearing a sign ‘Kingston Foster’. As we went farther inside, at the playground, I saw several children playing at the swing, at the sand, a basketball court, reading books on the wooden benches. I wondered what happened to their parents. I know that most probably they are already dead, but how did they die? Sickness? War? Battle? Attacked? Killed by rogues? Or… killed by Kingston Pack? With the last thought I looked up at Alpha Raven. Could he? Did he?

I once asks him in whispers. “I realized that there must be someone else who has survived the tragedies we have gone to.” “Huh?” I ask confuse It is so weird, the playground that Apphia has told us is actually located underneath the hotel. I mean, if you ever heard of a playground, then it is usually like a park, right? A place where there would be trees and grass, somewhere there are lots of sunlight and an area where people can freely do picnics and other fun family affairs. They must be wrong, they should have been referring to a playroom, the one which holds billiards, and play stations, and dartboards. Honestly, I don’t expect much of that place right now because I couldn’t imagine how

Taking a step into that hidden part of the room felt like walking into a paradise of sin, a place a naughty masochist like me wouldn't mind spending eternity in. Chains hung from the ceiling, whips, and paddles were neatly displayed on the walls. A St. Andrew's cross was in the corner, and various other implements that made my heart race with excitement. This was not just any playroom, this was a dungeon. A freaking one. I'd never seen so many toys in one place, and my dick rose, just at the thoughts of those things being used on me. I imagined being tied to that cross and getting my body, especially my cock, whipped. He'd deny me an orgasm until he had me thoroughly whipped, then he would f

But the world she tried so desperately to ignore had finally reached out and dragged her into its jaws. The underground ballroom beneath the ruined opera house thrummed with dark elegance. Massive chandeliers dripped crystals like frozen tears over tables draped in black velvet. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of barely concealed violence. This was the Syndicate Auction — an annual gathering where the criminal elite settled scores, forged alliances, and traded lives as casually as stocks. Politicians, mob bosses, arms dealers, and tech overlords mingled here under a fragile truce. One wrong word could spark a war. One high bid could c

I also stopped playing poker and focused on working hard during the day, which helped me grow my savings. Three years later, Darren was finally released from prison. He found me and dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, Kyle! I was too blinded by greed. I never should have schemed to steal your money." I waved my hand dismissively as I looked at his dejected figure before me. "Just because I don't wish harm on others, it doesn't mean that I'm letting my guard down. After all, even your closest kin can skin you."

Which sucks because we are good friends with his twin sister Carley and her husbands. We head out to the back patio. I’m shocked at how different the backyard looks. There is a whole playground. It’s complete with sand, a swing set, a merry-go-round, a seesaw, a jungle gym, and a big pirate ship playhouse with glittering fairies painted on it. WTF! Just when I’m about to ask Dad about it, I hear giggling coming from the ship and a curly-headed blonde girl pops out on top of the playhouse. She is adorable and looks so familiar, yet different.

“Yes!! That day, we all were so happy for getting ice cream and going to the park to play, but then, Miss Allen told him that he isn't getting a ice cream because the person who is associated with a sin doesn't deserve rewards and in his case he himself is the sin, then he became so upset that he wasn't talking to anyone, not even me, and then… then we went to the park and we were all playing there, but then some boys whom we both don't like…” Stephanie pauses her story to take in a deep breath, and then resumes it from the exact point where she had left off. “They cornered him and were teasing him, I called him many times, but he didn't come on the bouncy castle with me and then he went to

He guided me down a hallway lined with dark wood panels and occasional portraits of stern‑looking ancestors. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’ I thought to myself. At the end of the corridor, a heavy oak door stood ajar, revealing a room that made my breath catch. The adult playroom was a sanctuary of controlled decadence. Black velvet drapes framed the walls, and soft, dim lighting cast a warm glow over an array of equipment: a sturdy St. Andrew’s cross, a padded bench with leather cuffs, a set of silk ropes coiled neatly in a corner, and a variety of implements, floggers, paddles, a riding crop, and a sleek, black silicone gag.

She’d just save it for tomorrow. After squishing herself in the overly narrow lane, Hera was then able to see the not-so-wide playground. The ground was covered with black sand that reflected the shadows of heaven. Occasionally, there was a sudden flash of lightning, just enough to illuminate the swing and the monkey bar standing five meters apart from each other.

The poor girl looks like she has never been yelled at a day in her life and then to be told that her work was less than" "That's harsh" "Tell me about it," I took a sip of the cup of coca cola and looked up and sighed, "Seriously?" Collin followed my eyes and chuckled when he saw what I was looking at. Julius, Sophia and their friends, Malia and Brent had walked into the pizza hut and had taken a booth a few rows away. "Don't pay those losers any attention" He said to me. "I would rather not see them," I said and took a bite of my pizza, "So fucking annoying"