Kiera_Obsidian07

"My life was red... until him" - Sloane Kingston

They took too much from me and left me for dead. They should have made sure I stayed that way.

I have trained too long and too hard to stop now. But I never saw him coming. And now, I can't let him go.

Christian Allister is the star that my dark, depraved soul craves. He keeps me from succumbing to the darkness.

Revenge is best served cold, and I am here to collect the debts owed to me.

The whole world is searching for a 'monster' on a killing spree, not a girl hopelessly falling for a man.

They will never see me coming until my nails are plunged into the hearts of every name on my list.

But will Christian ever believe me, the girl thought dead by the world, when he finds out my secret?

Author: Hello everyone! Let's dive deeper in the story and find out what will happen in this story of Sloane and Christian when Sloane will find out that Christian is former FBI agent and has to return to solve the murder cases. Murders attempted my her!

Trigger Warnings: This book contains violent scenes, mentions of sexual harassment, murders. Read on your own risk.

This book also contains mature scenes. Only 18+  allowed. I will mention the chapter names with [M].

Dedication:- This is for the ones who lost their voice. This is for the ones who wish they could be Sloane Kingston. This is for the ones who fight every single day to forget. You’re not alone.

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Sin: Return of Sloane Kingston

"What if someone arrests me while you're in the bathroom?" "I'd bail you out." "If you couldn't?" "I'd be locked up beside you."- Danielle Lori

Christian Allister

The moment I read her note, I press the intercom button, my voice firm and decisive. "Julia, I need a model of 'La Rose Noire' delivered within the next hour to the garage at Guardian's Crest, for the President's ."

There was a brief pause before her voice crackled back through the speaker, efficient and composed. "Yes, sir. Right away."

"One more thing," I continued, my tone softening slightly. "I need you to take a letter from me and place it in the car before it's delivered."

"Understood, sir," she responded promptly, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

With that, I released the button and turned to my desk, pulling out a sheet of my finest stationery and write a note for her.

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An Unexpected Delivery