Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

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.

Celine suggested warmly. “That would be nice. Can we?” I turned to ask Reiner. “Sure. If that’s what you want,” Reiner replied before wrapping an arm around my waist. We followed Celine out of the building, and we immediately found ourselves in the playground that was located in the garden. There was nothing outstanding or unusual about the playground from other playgrounds that I’ve seen before. There was a field of grass where the children could run. Play structure for them to play on and a sand pit. Many boys ran around, engaged in a game of tag while some of the girls sat around to playing with their toys and laughing along with each other.

I backed away, hugging myself, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Kyle…” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Don’t let them take me.” The door burst open with a crack, and I jumped. My parents stormed in, their faces were red with rage. Behind them were Kyle’s parents; their eyes were cold. And then the others: men and women in black robes, collars glinting, rosaries hanging. A group I never expected. Bishop Callahan. Mother Superior. Monsignor Rivera. And two other priests whose faces I knew from years of services. A holy firing squad.

Lindsay and I watched coldly, while Minnie glared at us with malice. We heard footsteps drawing near. We pretended to help the Stein sisters up and slipped, crashing to the floor. The brothers entered just in time to see the sisters loosening their grip. Blood poured out from below again, drenching our white dresses in red. "Lilith!" "Lindsay!" The Stein sisters were sent to Heaven's Night without a chance to explain themselves. I grabbed Zagreus by his collar. "Send me to the hospital… on the north side of the city… I don't want my baby to be removed like the last one!"

The sun dipped lazily behind the kindergarten’s chain-link fence, painting the playground in golden hues and casting dramatic shadows across the well-worn sandbox. Here, kingdoms had risen and fallen. Toy trucks had fought epic battles, plastic dinosaurs had left their mark, and fruit snacks had served as both currency and bribe. But today, the sandbox was not a war zone. Today, it was sacred ground.

Their plan was to visit their best friends but they ended up sitting on the bench with no one dares to break the silence up. The brick grounded floor is almost filled with the orangey brown fallen leaves with the kiddie slides and monkey bars. There's also a sand pond beside the mini bridge where the mini fish pond is located. "Let's just sit here for a while..." Chris said, almost incoherent due to his quite deep voice. And finally, there is someone who broke the deafening silence. He doesn't know why or what but there's something in the abandoned playground that made him stop walking. The fainted giggles and laughter of the past children are bugging on his head. He wants to smile but there