Sugar & Sin: A dark paranormal Christmas novella by Nova B. Quinn

Author:Nova B. Quinn [Quinn, Nova B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-12-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter ten

Cherise

Christmas Eve

Nik’s eyes darken a shade, and he gives me a devious smirk. “Is that so, little reaper? You still want to kill me after I told you that I have nothing to do with the horrors of your past?”

I yank on these damned lights around my wrists to no avail. He’s got me spread wide for him, against this wall at his mercy. “You’re a liar! You said you were like me—that you only kill the bad ones! You’re just a parasite that feeds on innocent hosts every Christmas. You ruined a holiday that spread joy and kindness all over the world! For what? For your sick, demonic rituals for the Devil?” I snarl, extending my neck to get as close to his face as possible.

He takes a slight step back and looks fucking offended. He furrows his brows with a scoff. “I am many things, Cherise—yes, I lie, but never to you.” I inhale a sharp gasp and turn my face when he dashes forward again with a low, otherworldly growl. He grips my cheeks; his claws dig into my skin but not hard enough to draw blood, and turns me back to his dangerous glare. “Would you still call it ruining your precious holiday if I told you that dear old Saint Nick, the original, was a fucked up, perverted and sick old man that preyed on the innocent? That he and his elves molested children, even going as far as stealing some from their homes for their twisted pleasures? Would you still think me so evil when I tore him apart, limb from limb, and spread his mangled body across the globe? I saved your pathetic race from his perversions, the ones hidden under the guise of a happy, jolly man whose only goal was to spread joy to children. And yet, you all call me cruel—the destroyer of Christmas.” He grips tighter, and a distorted rumble echoes from his maw. My breath catches on a hitch at his rough touch, but I am not afraid. “I am just like you, Cherise Bates. The only souls I mark for harvesting are the so-called ‘bad men’ that hurt people, people like you.”

I flash him a sultry smile. “Has the almighty, righteous one, called The Saint, come to claim my soul shrouded in darkness? Are you here to kill me, Nik?”

He roughly removes his grip on my cheeks and laughs. “Kill you? No, little reaper, you’ve got me all wrong. I’ve come to fucking dominate you. To fucking own and possess you in every deranged way imaginable.” He flicks his black, elongated claw underneath my dress strap and shreds the material in two. “I didn’t lie about being protective over you or about you being mine. Just like I’m not lying about anything else I’ve told you tonight. As for your soul. That.” He rips my other dress strap. “Is.” He places the tip of one claw against the fabric between my breasts, slowly shreds the dress

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