Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

It would be weirder if they weren’t. “You’re a special kind of sick, you know that?” the officer said, his voice cutting through my frantic thoughts. I looked up at him, my face carefully neutral despite the turmoil inside me. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he sneered at me. “You killed that poor girl, and then you went out to eat, like it was just another day. No remorse. No hesitation. You’ll get what’s coming to you, Mrs. Remington. Mark my words.”

"You stay exactly where you are. I'll handle this." "Handle it how? You're NAKED holding POTS." "I'll think of something." "Think faster. He's coming." The footsteps stopped right outside the door. The door opened. Marcus walked in. Saw me immediately. Standing there. Completely naked. Behind a stack of pots. His eyes went wide. Very wide. "Oh." He turned around fast. Faced the wall. "Uncle Nero. You're. Naked." Marcus. Remi's ex. Who I was just inside of.

He pointed at his stomach, and mine began to roil. I turned around and looked at Remo. Judging by the fury flaring in his eyes, he already knew what was happening. He heard. I clicked my communicator and drew a deep breath, trying to contain the rage of my own. “Those fuckers weren't smuggling people… or rather, not only them. I bet all of those poor bastards have at least a few bags of Pink Opium sewn inside them.”

It gave the nightclub a whole different feel to it now that you could see the corners and nooks and crannies. I was coming out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the main door. Ashton was at the bar and lifted his head up. “Yeah?” The door opened. Elijah stuck his head inside. “Remmi West is requesting to come up.” Ashton’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Remmi? Now?” He nodded, grim. “She’s by herself, and I’m told she’s irate. It’s about Marco, doing what you told him to do.”

And that really had brought them down. They just saw me turning to leave again. But then I heard Remmo taking over the conversation behind me."Amazing!" He said out loud. Laughing and clapping. With his cuffs. While he gave me a twitched lips."Well played, you illegitimate bitch. Now you seem someone capable to be our sister. Though this doesn't change the fact that you are a rotten blood. Worthless. And an living proof of our parents adultery." He starting to use something that he knows affects my emotions alot.

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

Fortunately, his car windshield was darkly tinted. Liam opened the lights and slightly touched my collar bone with remorse. “I’m sorry, I stained your gorgeous skin.” That prompted me to warily open my bag and bring out my compact powder mirror. I looked that part over the reflection and found a reddish hickey slightly under my collar bone. I searched for my blazer, and including the dream catcher, I found it beside my right foot. I immediately wore it, making sure that no one could see my mark as it was truly suspicious.

“You looked so beautiful.” I want to say I know but I want him to answer my question first. I want to know his reason first. I am a sinner and I can’t admit that to him. I am not what he thinks I am. I am not the woman he liked because I am hiding something inside me that I know will break what we have right now. This is just a fucking three months mission! “Answer me, Peter.”