Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

Lucifer chirps. “Third,” Tee drawls. I scoff at them all but relent in dropping the subject. “Did ya boys know dat Rye had a playground built for Ransom?” Tee asks us, and we all give him surprised looks. “It’s right underneath us. There are two access points to it. One here in da warehouse and another under da docks. Wanna see?” “I want to see where I’ll be torturing Grothman and his two pet serial killers,” I reply to him.

Madeleine nodded lightly. As I passed by the dessert area, a young girl wearing a white hat, mask, and apron was squeezing mango juice. When Zoey and the others passed by, they nodded respectfully. Zoey nodded slightly and went to the restroom with a few people. Tabitha pressed the hand sanitizer and rubbed her hands. "Building a playground was Russell's idea. At first, he wanted to build it at Serene Manor, but later he thought Serene Manor was too quiet. Kids like lively places, so he discussed it with your dad, and your dad immediately agreed. Your dad said that he missed out on your growth, so building this children's playground is not only to commemorate your baby but also for you."

“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

I said as we walked through the garden. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jennings,” one of the women said as we walked past her. “Hi, Judy, this is Mr. Sinclair, one of our contributors,” I said to her and she smiled broadly at him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Sinclair, thank you so much,” she said and then kept walking down the hallway. “Shit, now I have to donate,” Kiran said and I laughed. “I know, it works every time,” I said and smiled. We walked through the building and Kiran smiled as he looked at the children playing in the playground that was in the square with the building surrounding it.

Outside the penthouse windows the city was going about its ordinary afternoon and in her room the word assassins was sitting in the air like it had weight and volume and was taking up physical space. "Hired killers," she said. Her voice came out smaller than she intended. "What were they doing at the orphanage? What did they want with children at an orphanage." "They are disguised," Chloe said. "To the outside world they are a legitimate charity. They have public records. They do real charity work. They help real people and real organizations and they make sure the world sees that." Her voice was completely even. The even of someone who had processed something for so long that the emotion ha

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."

“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