Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

Remi immediately grab out his phone and tried calling his boss but his number wasn't going through. He opened the car door and got down, eye searching for Radon. "Lay on the floor!" The masked man yelled at him hitting him with the gun, Remi fall on the floor in pain and immediately faced down as he was instructed. "I guess you've gotten what you wanted?" Radon said. "Yes boss, thank you" Harden said. Radon dropped the call and trash his whiskey can, he was about to to start walking to his car when he heard a gunshot. He stared immediately and there was Remi, laying in his pool of blood!. The shooters entered their van and drove out immediately.

“It wasn’t hard to tell. I am Sloth.” Derick blinked, confused. “Sloth? What kind of name is that?” “One of the Seven Deadly Sins,” he said, voice dripping with arrogance. “And I’m here to serve Damien.” My jaw nearly hit the ground. Damien… has one of the Sins under his command? No. Impossible. “You don’t believe me.” His grin widened, sharp as a knife. “But you will. Because I’m in charge of you three now.” “How did you—read my mind?” I stammered, throat tightening.

"Astor gave them up. All of them. Where they are now. What they are doing. How to reach them." Danny studied the photos. Marcus Webb. The one they called Demon now, serving time in the same prison Danny had just left. Sarah Chen. Living in Seattle under an assumed name. Robert Kellerman. Still working as a fixer for wealthy clients in Chicago. Each face a piece of the machinery that had destroyed his sister. "And if I take this deal? If I go after these people instead of Liam Sinclair?" Danny closed the folder. "What happens then?"

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.

Her frightened and panicked state had only lasted for a few minutes until the door creaked open, breaking the silence, and in walked Christopher who had a gauze wrapped around his forehead and was accompanied by Amber who had a sickening smirk on her lips. Christopher’s cold eyes met hers, filled with a twisted satisfaction. Amber, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, as her smirk widened, growing into a stomach twisting grin in matter of seconds. “Good to see you awake, Roxanne,” Christopher sneered. “We were worried you wouldn’t come to in time for our little plan.” Confusion mixed with desperation as Roxanne desperately tried to free herself. “Let me go! Why are you going this far f

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’

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

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be. Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.