Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

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.

"Just... an attempted power play that went too far. I can't be around him right now. i feel sick. Can I please just leave with you?" Harry held my gaze for a long moment, reading something in my eyes. He clearly didn't need further explanation. "Alright," he said, a quiet resolve in his tone. "Let's go. I hate it here too. Smells like stolen money and pedophiles" I laughed and held his hand as he led me out. And just like that, Freedom.

She sighed and observed them. 'Where are you guys? We are coming.' I heard Vanessa in my mind. They can't just walk here! 'The 12 sinners are here, be careful. Some of them can see you even if they are not looking, keep hiding. We are inside the abandoned building, and we are now witnessing them glow.' 'Copy that.' Steel said. "They are coming here," I said to Ivory. She looked at me and smiled a bit. I can't help but to smile too, I rarely see her doing that and it was so nice to witness.

"Is that what you call it?" He pointed a trembling finger toward the glass window behind me. "Look at them. Look at what your ambition did to them!" A wave of nausea washed over me as I slowly turned my head. Through the clear glass, my squad sat scattered across the bullpen. Miller was slouched in his chair, a thick fiberglass cast wrapping entirely around his right arm and neck. Santos had a black eye so swollen it looked almost black, his chest tightly bandaged under his shirt from three cracked ribs. Two other officers sat slumped at their desks, nursing dark, hideous contusions, their faces pale with pain.

She sighed and observed them. 'Where are you guys? We are coming.' I heard Vanessa in my mind. They can't just walk here! 'The 12 sinners are here, be careful. Some of them can see you even if they are not looking, keep hiding. We are inside the abandoned building, and we are now witnessing them glow.' 'Copy that.' Steel said. "They are coming here," I said to Ivory. She looked at me and smiled a bit. I can't help but to smile too, I rarely see her doing that and it was so nice to witness.

the mysterious man pouted. He then scouted the crime scene, going around the yellow line as if it's no big deal at all. He moved from one person to another, asking questions like flash. "Oh someone sure is fast, I can sense the aura of a player in that boy" Jae Min chuckled playfully. "As a player myself, I am excited to befriend another player! We can get lots of hookups!". She looked at Jae Min disgustingly and immediately muttered the three-digit words. "Eww".

Why play the stranger in front of Lake? The questions were a screaming hurricane, blinding me so completely that I didn't even notice the heavy, shadow-like figure stepping into the corridor from the main hall. I was running blind, my head bowed, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps, until a wall of solid chest and the sharp, unmistakable scent of amber and leather stopped me dead in my tracks. **Richard** The heavy click of the mahogany door signaling Roxanne’s exit was the most beautiful sound I had heard all night.

My best friend here won’t allow anyone to touch what’s his. Two of our better casinos—Seraph and Obsidian—span over thirty-three out of the fifty states. They pull in more money than I can count. I don’t care about losses and wins. But disrespect? That gets my attention. Theft that isn’t from me or my men? Even worse. And I won’t have some slimy bastard believing he can get away with it. He either pays tonight, or the motherfucker dies tonight. There is no in-between. “Relax,” I say. “I want him found. Alive. And in my office before sundown.” I emphasize the alive part so he knows just how serious I am.

“ Sinners Den “ But the rest of the building didn't look anything fancy. It looked run down if anything. The case is about a missing person, a man by the name of Trevor Vickers , he’s a local politician. The crime scene didn’t have a body , but at his home there was a mess bloid everywhere and lots of it like there had been a murder or a severe beating. His phone discarded on the floor along with his wallet. The blood was smeared like he had been dragged out of the house. The only thing believed to be evidence that was left behind was a business card dropped into the blood like it was deliberate and the picture on it was a skull with blood running from its eyes and a red rose clamped between

September Los Angeles, America *...sin, the world is so sinful. Be careful of whom you associate with, for the devil lives among us…* Please, God, just let it end soon. The prayer flitted through my mind. There and gone so quickly I couldn't quite grab hold to it. It was too hard to sit in a pew and listen while father Reed went on with his sermon. Too hard to listen to sister Ellen, play the piano I had once played. To hard, and I'd been too weak, too sad, too destroyed by the dreams I'd always had. Too overwhelmed by my guilt and my inability to forgive God for letting me see this dreams, and myself.