Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

“You killed my father.” His gaze held mine. “Yes.” “And my uncle made sure I forgot.” A pause. Then, “Yes.” Something inside me broke open. Hatred, pure and steady. I had spent so long fearing Adrian as the monster. Now I understood. He was not the hand that gave the order. He was the hand that cleaned the blood. The strategist. The cover. The man who turned murder into paperwork. My voice dropped lower. “The night after.” His expression shifted. I knew he remembered. “Theodore dragged me away.”

"Let him run. He’s just leading us to the source of the rot. He's leading us to the bitch." ​I looked at the weapon in my hand, then at the woman who had crossed an ocean and climbed a cliff to find a man who didn't even know his own middle name. The amnesia was still there—a gray, shifting fog at the edges of my mind—but the target was finally, perfectly clear. The "Good Sin" was over. The "Great Reckoning" had begun. ​"We finish this tonight, Leona," I said, checking the action on the submachine gun.

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!

Yep, dining like this definitely brought back bad memories. I doubt any of them would try anything with Roman around, then again you can never be too sure that's why I have a pistol strapped to my thigh. In the shadows, security is scattered around the perimeter. Roman brought along two of his trusted men, Orekhov and Mikhas. I'm hoping to get to know them, atleast have them on my side. It wouldn't hurt having one or two skilled friends on your side. Although I've noticed they are a little uneasy around me, they probably don't trust me. I don't blame them. I'll work on building trust later. I'm not nervous or scared, quite the opposite because with them I don't have to hide my dark side or p

I asked ironically with a smile on my face. “Oh, yes. I will tell you who I am. My name is Ahmed Saad and we had been told to kill you on sight,” he said with a smile of his own. “Oh, really? Well, that’s a tough call. And now since you are going to kill me, care to tell me who sent you?” I asked again and I checked and saw that the other vampires with him had also noticed that I wasn’t alone and they had taken a battle stance. “You don’t need to know and you don’t know her. At least, we didn’t see the girl the witch had said was here but look, we found you,” he said and before I could say anything else, they attacked.

Martinez chuckled, clearly entertained by his audacity. "You think you can just walk in here, threaten me, and expect me to fall to my knees, begging?" Remy laughed, though his voice trembled with rage. "You think you're untouchable just because you're a Sinclair?" Martinez chuckled again, a low, almost menacing sound. "Oh, Remy... You've got a cute name," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "But you still don’t get it, do you?" He didn’t move from the wall, completely at ease. His unsettling composure made his assistant wonder what was going through his head. How could his boss stay so calm in front of a killer?

She chuckled loudly and she laughed so hard that she began to tear up. Finally, she stopped laughing and her once smiley face turned cold. It was so cold that it could make a hot plate of food cold. She vented her anger on the pictures she was holding by squeezing them. With a determined and unwavering look on her face, she said, “Dear Sinners, be ready for your judgement. Carla is back and the time of your reckoning has come!”. She burst into uncontrollable laughter, which echoed in the room.

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

Rowan's presence alone dominates the room in a menacing way. Making me breathless. “Alpha… please…” Remi is genuinely frightened as she didn’t expect Rowan to come back so soon. I immediately hid the birth control pills under the blanket. Rowan pulls out a gun from the holster around his right thigh and aims it at Remi. “You disobey me, you know the consequences.” Remi looks at me pitifully, as if accepting her fate. As if she knows she is wrong and she deserves to die. She smiles at me as she kneels, facing the gun, “I’m sorry, Alpha,” She hangs her head low, ready to die.

I remembered sometime last week, Jax told me how repulsive and abusive Sinner could be towards the ladies, and he appreciates the fact that he wasn't a female performer in the house. I feel strange going to Sinner's office right now, but I have to go, I'll go anyway. I used the elevator to the ground floor where Sinner's office is located, and with a sharp exhale I knocked on his door. “Shemika, come in,” he mumbled, and I slowly stepped into the room, closing the door gently behind me.