Sinners #remmick Novels & Stories

“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.

I said, voice low, “It’s not, you little fuck. I’ve already got you curled up in the palm of my hand. So next time you think about throwing threats my way, I want you to remember exactly what I’m holding over your head. And exactly who’s under my roof.” He blinked. “I took your sister, Remo. I didn’t find her. I didn’t save her. I took her like a prize. You think I’m going to hand her back for a handshake and a peace treaty?” The only sound of dripping water and a few safety clicks from anxious fingers on triggers echoed in the alley. I tilted my head, “You want her back? Give me the name of every dirty cop on your payroll. Every. Single. One.” Remo opened his mouth.

This whole scene was a blur to me until I saw in my rear view. I felt the rim of the tire to clear my suspicions. I was familiar with this kind of puncture. As I was feeling around the frayed edges, my fingers came in contact with a small device-like structure. “Gotcha,” I whispered to myself as I unlatched the device. “So it really was tempered.” Someone else is on her too? Little Moretti seems to have dangerous enemies. “What was that?” Sienna asked as stepped towards me. I stood upright to face her.

I'm telling the truth, I don't know them at all but… the one who sent them, I knew him very well. Izach nodded his head slowly but there still something in this eyes while looking at me, as if he still wanting to ask me more. I looked away feeling guilty… “What happened, where is alpha Dexion? Fuck those asshole, they don't know how to stop.” Remi wiped thr blood in his lips, he also got small cut in his left arm. Izach got injured because of me back then, and now he's fighting again. Not only that, Remi is also injured now because of me again.

I looked at Kaia, “So you were trained like Sinclair?” “Yup, once upon a time we were Canary and Sin.” “Yeah, and Thalia, she was Kabar,” Sinclair said with a smile. I feel like I’m in a warped universe. Adrian comes up and starts messing with Kaia and Sinclair again. “Yeah, Canary and Sin. Little badass femme fatales, Aric. If Sinclair really is your sister, you could stand to learn a thing or two from her.” I smirked, “Sinclair, do you still have the gun?”

Sin-Nation is the deadliest gangsters clan in Italy, and they're called Bloody Sinners for recognition anywhere in the Underworld. Play smart with them, then you'll pay the price with the most precious thing you own, your life. It's surprising that they have a low number of gang members and they still rule, but they have every f**king reason to be, cos they're bossed by a devil who sold her heart to hell since birth. The trainees lined up in four different lines, ten people per line. Hands on their sides, fists folded, and face in space. A dead silence descended in the place as Lambo stepped in, removing her gun from the straps of her black pants as she walked gallantly to them.

The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air.

“Remember, you just told me what you did to Miranda and her ex-lover — so don't think I won't go to the authorities if you fuck me over.” “I guess we both have our secrets to keep and lies to tell," Sinister cackled as he sunk his head in the mountain of coke. “See you later, Sinister,” Harrison got up and left. “Now, time to find that bastard," Sinister grumbled to himself.