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

"Darkness was always drawn to light, but I wasn't just drawn to her; I was fucking obsessed. I would throw myself into her flame and let it burn me alive if it meant her warmth was the last thing I felt before I died."

― Ana Huang

Christian Allister

I stood out of my car, my hands shoved deep into my pockets. I didn't trust myself fully that I will be able to keep my hands off her if I enter her house. Whatever has transpired between our notes has only fueled my desire.

The Ice Queen did have a fire inside her. And I feel lucky to be the one who reignited it. With the poker face and detached attitude she usually keeps you can never guess the person that hides behind it. Now that I have got a glimpse of it, I want it, I want it whole for myself.

A Date at the Museum