Sinners Playground Novels & Stories

He nods at Maddox urgency as he lets go of me and walks out through the double doors and into the courtyard, the prisoners not even yet noticing his movements since they’re all up swarmed together against the big window now, cursing me out for everything that I’ve never done. I swear at one moment, one of the prisoners becomes so angry at the sight of me that when he bangs his fist against the glass, I think I can see a crack forming in front of me, threatening to hurt me more than anyone had before. I know if they got the chance, they would -with no question, beat and rape me to death. They think that killing me will rid them of the sins they’ve committed to getting them here in such a horr

Season 2 Synopsis of Sinful Escape By DB Novels She was betrayed. Framed. Broken. Now she’s reborn. After surviving the ultimate betrayal by her husband and lover, Sera Carter sheds her name, her face, and her past—emerging from prison as the ruthless and mysterious Arianna Vale. Love? That word died the day Raven and Ethan kissed in front of her cell. Now, she doesn’t trust. She doesn’t feel. She seduces, manipulates, and destroys. Every man she kisses, every deal she makes, every move she plans—is fueled by a single burning desire:

She smiled although deep down in her, she knew she wasn’t happy. She couldn’t get herself to be happy until she gets her revenge on them; on the people who repaid her kindness with evil. The ones who took her children away from her and made life a living hell for her. The thought of those sinners made her eyes flung open. She clenched her fists in frustration and gritted her teeth to show her hatred for them.

Jenna’s heart raced as the elevator doors opened straight into their private floor. Marcus and Damien had blindfolded her in the car, telling her it was a surprise for their good little girl. When the blindfold came off, she gasped. The playroom was a dream. Soft pink and white walls, thick padded floors, shelves full of toys, stuffies, and shiny equipment. A big padded bench sat in the middle under soft lights. Chains and straps hung ready. In one corner was a crib with rails and a changing table.

"Ah, that. Dallas had dropped his cell phone, and someone kicked it, so we had trouble retrieving it quickly." "So?" I asked, looking at Arabella's gaze, which was away from the direction of my gaze. She mumbled under her breath. "Dallas managed to get his cell phone, so we continued playing. The rides are different from our dates, Sean. They're open until midnight, and there are so many things I want to try." "Dallas was also... not too annoying because we ended up trying some of the rides together, which were all different kinds. Other than the haunted house, everything was so much fun to play. So... we forgot to call back, Sean...."

@STAR CITY Colorful rides and it doesn't seem like a needle will fall on so many people but this is the one I look forward to going to again. It was a long time before I landed here in this place because of what happened in my life and when that man left me– my ex. Honestly, I don't want to go back to it, but this place makes me feel happy every time I am here. I was refreshed! We once walked through the crowded place, "Here we go!"

My spoon clinked against the bowl. The girl from my room sat across the room. She looked at me once, then looked away. Later that day, we were all told to go outside. The playground was small. A few swings. A metal slide, some kids played tag. Others stood in corners, whispering. I sat on a bench with Crumbs on my lap. A boy threw a rock at a squirrel. A girl pushed another off the swing. No one stopped them. This wasn’t a place for playing. It was a place for being forgotten quietly.

“Y…you know that’s my only source of income.” Noah played with the tennis ball, tossing it up and catching it repeatedly, the soft thump-thump filling the tense silence. “Source of income,” he repeated mockingly, “and you’re still too broke to afford proper therapy or medication for that little… illness of yours?” He caught the ball one last time and squeezed it hard. “Pathetic.”

But I might also suffer a worse fate at the hands of my kidnappers. I had to escape somehow. “I cant wait to torture her and send the video to the Smiths. I’ll enjoy killing her slowly and get my revenge for what they did to my brother.” said kidnapper no 2.I guess that answered the question. They were probably my parents enemy. “We should play with her a little before we torture her.” laughed kidnapper no 2. Now I really had to escape. “It's better to play with her when she is conscious,” replied kidnapper no 1. I was frankly terrified because of their words.

I lowered myself between Jake and Lilith, close enough to feel his presence settle beside me. “Okay, now that we’re all here,” Mark said, setting the bottle on the floor. “Let the game begin.” He gave it a spin. Glass scraped softly against the tile as it turned, slowed… and stopped, pointing straight at me. Lilith grinned. “Looks like you’re starting.” Laughter rippled around the circle. “Truth or dare?” I should’ve said truth. Instead, I straightened my spine. “Dare.” Lilith’s smile widened, wicked and knowing. She rubbed her palms together, her gaze flicking, just once, from me to Jake.