Novels by Ink fairy 🧚‍♀️

Ava My robe left hanging about my chest as it was that two chapters before when Killian had wrung a moan out of me. My lips were still swollen even though it was not because of lipstick-it was him. But my heart? That was something else now, Something stiff. Then something was becoming glass inside me.... it was a video, what I was watching on my phone. One which should be kept a secret, by nobody, under no name, no warning. I clicked it and I was frozen like a corpse.. It was Killian, shirtless and smilling in a bedroom having the same gold trim curtains I had chosen out of a catalog one Tuesday night when he said he liked soft things. He was smiling but it was not at me but at her. I used to believe that the same woman was no more than a mistake. A one time deal, a possibility, or nothing.. But she was not a rumor any more, she was real and she was pregnant on the video, big belly, big grin. Fat belly with the explanation why I has made my mark on the divorce papers.an

AVA I froze. My robe was lying on the floor, Killian shirt barely hanging over one of my shoulders and his hand- God, his hand was still on my thigh. I gasped and Killian caught me doing it. He jerked his head up where he had been kissing the inside of my knee in a most sinner-like manner. His eyes were savage, copper-coloured in the dimness, keen with parental alarm. He gazed in my eyes, then at the door. Another creak, I hastened up in such a fury the world reeled, lust did not get my heart pounding this time though, from fear. The type of fear that set in in your stomach and then creeps up inside you like dangerous poison. "Did you invite anyone?" In a menacingly low voice Killian asked. I shook my head. “No person comes here without an invitation..” He already started pulling his half-buttoned pants. I took the robe, and threw it around me, my fingers were shaking, the door creaked again then i heard a voice. "Open up, Ava. We need to talk." Killia

Ava His hand remained on the knot of the robe which she had just dropped and there i stood, naked not weak, as this was not the girl who used to beg. This woman was the one who got betrayed and lived through it. This was woman who drank her sorrow and sprayed it all over like perfume. He came to me with the movement as though something in him were crawling toward me. He was breathing faster, his eyes were darker and when he touched my waist i did not filinch. “You should not be here" she said, and i could not move, she did not put her lips aside, he did not reply he only kissed me, and God,--I loathed that still I melted to it. It was not soft, not sweet, not worried or slow, It was fire in the mouth, teeth, tongue, bruising kind of kiss. His hands went down my back as though to get to know me again. Such as all of my skin that he used not to pay attention to before had to be adored. He leaned me against the wall and was kissing my neck until my toes were cur

I whispered it so loudly it frightened me, though, and I knew this time no one was in the room with me. Just me turning a light bulb in a corner, a stench of red wine in my tongue, and a couch on which I just got too cold to sit. I was yet in the gala dress, with the zippers down and wads. My makeup was smeared, and my phone was shaky in my hand as though it knew that it had done something wrong. Grayson was having sex with her in a bed which was not mine with my lawyer . It is the same woman who said I was courageous to walk away. The same woman who held my hand and told me “You deserve peace, Ava.”The woman whom I believed would be my ugliest end to life. They were smiling in the photo. Not that sort of smile folks show when they are tipsy. The nice clothes which they put on after they have won. She had on the silver necklace that I bought her as a gift on her birthday. A reward of appreciation .it appeared as a trophy and Grayson? His hand was on her hip. That was the h

Ava’s POV The gown was smoothing and soft against my hips as a piece of silk, red bold, and loud like me. I was not planning to bump into Killian at the Joe Corp Gala, however, i had no intention to conceal myself. The heels were high, the cleavage was low and the expression on his face was presumable. He was at the centre of the room with a drink in his hands standing frozen as i entered. The music went on but he stopped, all his body seemed to stop. I just passed by him as i did not recognize him, as though i had not learnt by heart every hair on his face, every fib in his tones, like he wasn't the man who kissed me at night when making love to another person. Killian Joe hurled this loss on my head. He would not repeat it—not even under the level gaze of his grey eyes which seemed able to burn apologies into my flesh. Just behind i heard a smoother voice say “Ms Blake.” Like a pre-arranged chest-stroke, Grayson was so exactly timed, his hand began to slide i

KILLIAN's povIt was supposed to be romantic.The private orchestra, the full ballroom at Langston Towers, the press discreetly tipped off, ready to capture Ava Blake walking into an apology so grand it would rewrite everything.I stood in the center of the candlelit hall, waiting.But Ava didn’t walk in.She stormed in.Dressed in black—again, always black lately, like mourning the man I used to be—and flanked by two board members. The camera flashes burst behind her like lightning.She didn’t even blink at the arrangement.“Really, Killian?” she said coolly. “You ambush me with violins?”I tried to step forward. “I wanted to show you I’m not giving up—”“This isn’t a K-drama,” she snapped. “You don’t get to cheat, lie, ruin everything, then roll out a red carpet and expect redemption in four acts.”The reporters began whispering. Filming. Loving the chaos.I lowered my voice. “Ava, I’m trying. I’m begging you—”“Don’t beg,” she said. “Not unless you’re ready to do it in front of eve