Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

he shot back with a devastatingly handsome smirk, clearly enjoying my horror, "She’s got that innocent, quiet energy. It’s a literal thirst trap. I’m just saying that the silent girls are always the freakiest." I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up. "Keep dreaming, Remo. Aside from the fact that it's disturbing, there’s a very large, very lethal problem standing in your way. His name is Scott Mancini. He worships the ground she walks on. If he caught you even looking at a photo of her for too long, he wouldn’t just kill you, he’d make sure there wasn't enough of you left to put in one of those funerals you supposedly 'provide' for." Remo held up his hands in a de

“Shameless. Everyone already knows you fucked Miguel Renard. Everyone has seen the leaked nudes with Lucas, my friend, the one who learned what happens when he touches what is mine. You drag that history into a restaurant and swing at the only people who still answered your messages. You make my name look like a brawl in a parking lot. Me? Kai Lennox?” He did not stop. The impacts continued, methodical, the kind of calculated violence that left marks without requiring explanation the next day. Elara curled inward, arms raised, breath coming in short, broken pulls. She did not scream. The tower walls were thick and the children were supposed to be in their own wings. They were not.

"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.

My stomach tightened as soon as I recognized that voice. “Seriously? This fucking sister killer? This is how you spent your free time. You so went too low, Rem.” It was Adrian. He was glaring at Remy. He looked like he just came out of bed with tousled blond hair and bloodshot eyes. He must have been drinking. He was a mess. “And hey, you asshole! Your girlfriend will pay for what she did to me!” My anger combusted in my chest. Before I could say something, Remy grabbed a hold of my arm. “He’s drunk.”

Standing right behind Liviel, watching the spectacle with deep amusement, is the Succubus from this morning. "Are you looking to get pinned to the table, too?" I ask politely. The Succubus lets out a low, incredibly sultry laugh. "This is my older sister, Remi," Liviel introduces proudly. "She's a Succubus Awakener. She's in her third year, so she doesn't need to fight you to prove her status." "Hello, little one," Remi purrs. She leans across the table. Her voice is like a physical hook dragging across my skin. She reaches out and takes my hand.

“We need a big hit.” “We need to find out why he wants a ceasefire so damned much.” I remembered something else. “We still need to take care of Marco and Remmi.” His grin vanished. “Let’s handle the sniper first.”

“But that wasn’t the reason. I just—I don’t know. I’m scared… what if… somehow they dig up your past? They find out about the people you killed? I just… just—I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.” Ric exhales, his gaze dropping. He takes my hands in his and kisses them. “No one can trace those deaths back to me,” he says with a confidence that leaves no room for doubt. “I have erased every piece of evidence. But if it has to happen, I’ll consider it… a way to redeem myself.”

“You sound like someone who has.” I looked through the screen, though I could see nothing but shadow. For a moment, I almost wanted to tell him everything, the nights I doubted, the prayers that went unanswered, the weight of other people’s sins pressing against mine. But that wasn’t my place. I was supposed to be the anchor here, not another soul adrift. Instead, I whispered, “All sins can be forgiven.” The words felt fragile, hollow, like a candle’s last flicker before dying out.

“You did not have to do that.” “Yes,” he said. “I did.” Cole glanced toward the corridor Adrian had disappeared down. “Something is off,” he murmured to Reece. Reece nodded. “He is pushing too hard.” Marco rested a hand briefly on my shoulder. “We will talk later,” he said quietly. Vivienne’s smile widened just a fraction before she turned away, her steps unhurried. The fracture was complete. I felt it in my bones. Then, a sound came without warning. A sharp crack that split the air.

They stared at the traitor in front of them. Oh, so the moment has finally come. "Long time no see, sinners." Spencer ominously smiled. "Let's begin the game then." It might hurt alot, burn you with ashes when you trust someone alot. And that person proves that you are blind! Next will be updated soon guys!