Novels by Ink fairy 🧚‍♀️

The strobe lights were everywhere, white and blinding against my eyes until the world blurred into fractured bust of colors. Each camera flash felt like a strike, a minute explosion that burned my vision and stole my breath. The voices came next, rising above one another in a frenzy and each word meant to hurt me. “Ava Blake, do you have a comment?” “Is this the end of your c-career” “Did you really—?” Their questions cut through me like glass, sharp and designed to injure. The microphones were pushed so close to my mouth that I could almost taste the metal and the crowd pressing forward as if my humiliation was the show they had all paid to see. The cuffs dug into my wrists, cruel and unyielding, pulling my arms back until my bones ached and every step sent a shock of pain up my arms but pain was better than panic, because if I stumbled, I know they would capture it, they would freeze me in that moment and sell it to the world. Somewhere in the chaos someone whispered low but l

I could not tell if it was the silk dress hugging my skin or the quiet of the house that made me feel I was being observed or if it was the message still flashing in my mind though I had already deleted it. “Publicize it and you will lose a lot of money because your father owes us money." And I stood in front of a mirror taking my breath short, and twitting the fronts of my dress. I could tremble once, but now I felt nervous because of another thing, my heart kind of went fast because it understood that something was about to happen badly. "I will go downstairs,” I said, and shouted it out, i did not know if Killian heard me or not. I was not even able to know where he was within the house. He moved past me like a lost soul, and I loathed the reality which I adored, without surrendering my hat I left the room, and passed into the hall, and every footstep out of the room resounded in the marble. I was to face the press, i was to make a statement that was going to kill Gra

Ava The words rang in my ears as thunder which could not fade. I did not move, though. I did not even blink. I just continued gazing at my reflection in the mirror, the woman in the robe, the one with the stain of mascara on her cheeks and a heart that could not again be broken. This boy, this child, this secret i was already informed of. I saw the video, i recognized the boy's eyes, and I knew what it meant. The backstabbing was not new and the wound did not sting as new, it was just a reminder. Behind me I heard the voice of Killian. "I didn't tellher to come." I turned to him slowly, like to something that is already broken. "You sure? Cause the last thing i did was to trust that silence when i signed my name away." He was aggrieved and I did not mind. "I didn't want to lose you." He walked over, and said: "You lost me anyway.” "Don't say that." "Why not?" I laughed. “What are you afraid to hear the truth?" Just then something wild occurred. Wha

Ava I didn’t flinch. Killian got up, when I made a sign. “Sit” and he did. My assistant changed position. I would have sent a text message but! thought this... could only be delivered in person." "I'm listening," i said. Her voice did not tremble but her lips did. “This morning the board held an emergency meeting, they voted." I exhaled. "Who?" She looked up at me. "Grayson. They are giving you position to Grayson Hale." I uttered no scream, no gasp, not even a curse. The feeling in my heart, knocking against my ribs and the following words, so this was the plan. Those nights when I used to cry on the shoulders of Grayson and that lawyer. She used to call me brave so many times. Every time she gave me papers as if they were the means of survival and not the means of destruction. And now? The person that I had trusted with my company had been given my name on a silver platter. I replied, "You are not saying any thing." It was flat when I said,

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