Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

Childhood lovers who were parted by the cruel circumstances for great stretches of time. Luciano noticed the thick air, he leaned on to Jennifer’s ear and whispered something, but she was too perturbed to even react a single blink over his murmur. But soon we all knew what Luciano had asked her; which was answered by a shiny gloss glistening on Domenico’s mouth—solely belonging to me. He now knew the reason behind Jennifer’s delusion. “Uh, boss…” Domenico tried to make up for the blunder we just pulled, but Luciano upped his hand to shut him down. He couldn’t argue back, only grunting inwardly.

Emerson shrugs her shoulders. "Seeing as your in none of his memories, Emerson. That tells me two very important things about you. One is that you're so insignificant you're forgetable. Two, you're such a lousy lay that you didn't even get a footnote on the lousy fucks list." Remi's smile is down right evil as she watches Emerson take the few steps in her direction. Emerson raises her hand. It's aimed and ready to slap Remi. Remi catches her hand mid air. "Wrong move." Skullz says shaking his head as he moves our of the females' way. At the speed of light Remi has Emerson's arm pinned behind her back and her front pinned to the wall. She bends Emerson's wrist so far back I hear it crack.

Erica woke up next morning to find the same two girls standing in the room again. Erica sat up and looked at them for a brief moment, “What is your guys’ purpose of working for that douche bag? He is a horrible person,” she said, her voice was still coarse and hoarse because of the grabbing of her throat. “What is his name anyway?” she asked in pure annoyance, “The sire’s name is King Dominic,” one of them answered and Erica laughed bitterly, “King? King? King of what? Arrogancy? Stupidity? Or wait King of Pride, that is it,” She said and chuckled. She then got out of the bed and yawned, “Where is the bathroom in this big ass room?” she asked the girls and they pointed towards the closet doo

I don't want to go to jail! Sandra got such a fright that she actually wet herself, leaving the sharp smell of ammonia lingering in the air. Meanwhile, Remy fought hard like a maniac, roaring, "I refuse! I am part of the Lincoln family too! You can't do this to me! You fucking liar, Alex Sutherland! I'm going to kill you!" The security guards didn't hesitate to pummel him in the stomach to silence his curses. Then, they dragged Remy, Karen, and Sandra out of the venue like lifeless bodies.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

"I might like that too much." She released my hand with a soft pop, chewing slowly and swallowing before she finally spoke, "Better?" "Much," I grunted, leaning back and picking up my coffee. Then, I heard footsteps. Remo walked into the room. He was a different person. He’d showered, shaved, and put on a black suit. His hair was slicked back, but he couldn't hide the shadows under his eyes or the way his skin looked like parchment paper. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at Alessia. He kept his head down, his gaze fixed on the floor.

"Who exactly is on that bed? Who are you taking out of here? If you refuse to answer, I'll report this to Ms. Gillis and have her handle it personally." Remy remained expressionless, still facing away. Finnegan clenched his teeth as sweat slid down his temple and disappeared into the darkness. "Not answering me?" Number 64 sneered. "I'll call someone over to inspect it. Move as—" Before he could finish, Remy's eyes darkened. Murderous intent flashed across his face as he spun around and drew his gun in one swift motion. A deafening bang echoed through the corridor. But the shot hadn't come from Remy's gun.

“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.