Novelas y relatos de Sinners #remmick

‎Kareen watched silently, sensing the gravity of the moment. ‎From the corner of the room, Rem hovered near the door, hearing it all. ‎His chest tightened with guilt. ‎His presence wasn’t just hurting Kane. ‎It was wrecking his little sister too. ‎Without a word, Rem turned and walked away, his steps heavy with shame. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎ ‎Upstairs, Rem’s footsteps echoed as his mind raced. ‎ ‎He shouldn’t have stayed. ‎He was only making everything worse—for Castelle, for Kane… for Leo.

His jacket kissed the ground and the stones in it glimmered from the effect of the light. His long hair was packed upwards in such a way that it didn't fall all the way down to his shoulders but was wrapped neatly. Everything about him screamed sin from the way he glanced at the crowd lazily, glaring at Lucian who chuckled about something I couldn't seem to fathom. Lucian was wearing a Red attire, he looked dangerous, dark and sinful aside from his eyes that gave off the usual bright emerald.

I backed away, hugging myself, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Kyle…” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Don’t let them take me.” The door burst open with a crack, and I jumped. My parents stormed in, their faces were red with rage. Behind them were Kyle’s parents; their eyes were cold. And then the others: men and women in black robes, collars glinting, rosaries hanging. A group I never expected. Bishop Callahan. Mother Superior. Monsignor Rivera. And two other priests whose faces I knew from years of services. A holy firing squad.

She pleaded. “You were a stripper at Silver Storm, weren’t you?” She took a step back. “How do you know about it?” She asked. Instead of answering her, he looked at her straight in the eyes. “Tell me everything you know about Sergio. Right now.” On the other side of the city, Amelia returned to Liam’s apartment. It was almost 2 a.m. when she came back, but much to her surprise, Liam was still there, sitting in the living room, waiting for her.

I could tell they were using their pack’s mind link, just as I could tell that Ethan was furious. He knew the game Rexton had just played, and he hated it even though he had no choice but to keep playing it. “I’m terribly sorry for bothering you guys like this.” I let out my guilt and remorse, but I didn’t feel any better. Maybe I wouldn’t until both Remi and her child are safe. “Don’t worry, Beta Kieran. Everything will be alright.” Remi voiced, pulling away from her mate as she smiled and added, “I will start the reading tonight and should have the date by morning.”

Nothing hurt more than when the player was being played. And, that would have been far from enough if her cheating date was just a random ordinary man. Roxanne knew better to strike so weakly, so she picked the man before her. Lance Laurent, the hottest bachelor in Los Angeles, the heir to Laurent Cop, the strong opponent of Christopher... What's more, Lance was Christopher's stepbrother. Such a choice, would definitely make her revenge taste more delicious. Suddenly a sharp pain from her nipple interrupted her beautiful revenge dream. Lance sucked harshly on her breast as a punishment for being distracted.

Marco answers immediately. “I need you at a location,” Damien says, voice low, tense. “Two of Eve’s men. Killan has them. We go together. No mistakes.” “Understood,” Marco replies. Damien memorizes the address, studies escape routes, backup, timing. He touches Ivy’s shoulder lightly. She flinches, her lips pressing together, her eyes tightening at the touch. He pauses, his own chest tightening, watching her for a breath before nodding to the nurse. She steps back, understanding, leaving Damien a clear path. He whispers, almost reverently, “I’ll be back soon. Stay here. Don’t move.” Ivy blinks, her eyes wet and unsteady, and nods weakly.

“And he truly believed I put those pills in his drink, caused hus accident.” My heart squeezes. I reach out and touch his arm gently. I don’t know the full truth about what happened between the twins— nobody really does. People say Ryder had motive because he was jealous of Liam’s talent. But standing here, seeing the sadness in his eyes instead of guilt, I find it easier to the verdict than believe it. “I’m sorry,” I say softly. He shrugs, but it’s not careless. “It’s part of life, I guess.” We stand there for a moment, the night quiet around us. Then he steps closer, cups my face gently, and kisses me. It’s long and slow and sweet, making my knees feel a little weak. When we pull apart, I’

Elara was really finding joy in her sinful friendship with Meela, which she saw as a bright spot in her dark life even though the secrets with the Lennox men were still there. Her mom called her one day advising her about her indecent dressing which she said had gotten worse and also about how same sex making love is a sin in Gods eyes. Talking about sins, Elara was far gone in them and she was sure that God no longer cared about her bullshit. He must be tired of hearing the name Elara Voss. **Mom:** Baby, how are you? **Elara:** I am fine mommy. Just stressed a lot these days from shoots. How are you?

The response from his coven was immediate, as they were all ready to be called anytime the war would begin, and for the first time in a long time, Remmick felt like his purpose was blank. He takes a journey back to his manor, but his sulking thoughts were immediately broken by the scent of something sweet yet so familiar in the air: blood. He trails their scent, a surprise and carefulness in his wings as he flies to the spot under a cliff to see wedged between the small opening was a male, his face and chest covered with blood, and at first, anyone would think he was dead, but his heartbeat was faint. Remmick didn't know what had come over him; normally he would leave them for dead, but righ