Novels by Inked ink

Jason' POV:I stood there frozen, still holding the little girl’s tiny hand in mine.Her small fingers were wrapped around mine like it was the most natural thing in the world, but everything about this moment felt wrong. No, not wrong, nothing about this felt wrong. It was just too big of a situation for me to understand all at once.She looked like Isabel. The same soft brown eyes, the same shape to her face. Even the way she blinked up at me, curious and unafraid, reminded me of her. But before my mind could think too far, before I could even ask the question that was now nagging in my mind, I saw her walking towards us and God, she looked divine.Her body tensed the second the little girl spoke. She turned fully, her gaze locking onto mine, sharp and unreadable. For a split second, I thought she’d say something. Anything.But she didn’t.Instead, she walked toward us, her steps calm and quiet. She didn’t flinch or hesitate, not even when her eyes drifted down to where her daughte

Jason’ POV:Four years. Four years since I thought my life would fall perfectly into place, I was goddamn sure the universe was waiting for that moment to hand me my happiness.I thought that by now, I would be the happiest man alive. Lilly , the woman I’d once loved beyond reason, had finally woken up from her coma. It felt like everything was going to be as it was or even better. I thought fate was finally smiling upon me. But as the days turned into months, and months into years, I realized how wrong I’d been. I gripped the steering wheel tighter as I drove through the quiet streets, the hum of the engine was the only sound in the car. I could see the tall structure of the hotel I’ve been staying for weeks ahead but my mind was somewhere else. Everywhere else, really. It was impossible not to think about her. Isabel. The woman I had pushed away. The woman I had let go. Back then, I thought it was what I wanted. I thought the right thing to do was to end things, to wal

Isabel’s POV:Four years later. The faint clink of champagne glasses and low murmurs of hushed conversations filled the air, it seamlessly blended with the soft melodies of classical music playing in the background. I was standing in the center of the grand ballroom, my heels was slightly sinking into the soft red carpet as I absorbed the whole scene.The event was an absolute success. Every detail, from the intricate flower arrangements to the beautiful golden drapes decorating the walls, had been meticulously planned and executed by me and my team. I puffed out a huge breath, a wave of satisfaction washing over me. I was so happy and it wasn’t just about the event. It was everything this moment represented. Four years ago, I was just a woman broken by love and betrayal, walking aimlessly down a street with nothing but a suitcase and a shattered heart. Now, I was the CEO of *Isabel Interiors*, a name that boldly represented luxury and elegance. I have been opportuned to design

Isabel's POV.Jason' eyes trailed to the floor, narrowing slightly as he noticed something near my feet. My heart practically jumped as I realized that he was about to see the pregnancy test kit.Before he could bend down to take it, I dove for it, my hands slightly shaking from the entire tension. In my rush, the sharp edge of the test's packaging cut into my palm, drawing blood.“isabel, you're bleeding,” Jason said as he stood up from his chair. He reached for my hand, but I jerked it away.“Don't,” I snapped.He forcefully gripped my hand, his eyes scrutinizing my palms as he inspected the part where the broken piece had cut.“Let me get this disinfected and—” the words died on his lips as I pulled my hands from his hold.“What are we?” I demanded, cutting him off before he could complete his statement.His eyes narrowed, and his worried expression contorted into a grimace. In a cold deep tone, “What do you mean?” He asked, finally letting go of his hold on my hands."Jason,” I be

It was in the middle of the night when I felt Jason's fingers tracing their way downwards under my night dress as we both lay under the duvet. A smile crept up my face as his feathery touches pulled me slowly out of my slumber state.He always knew how to ignite that desire in me.The next thing I felt was his fingers brushing against my clothed pussy. I pretended to still be asleep while biting down the moans that threatened to spill out of my mouth.He was quiet as well and all I could hear was his breathing, which was a little faster than normal. When I slowly peeped down, I saw that he was stroking himself, thanks to the dim table lamp.He kept on rubbing my clit, causing me to leak from my wet opening, soaking my panties. Soon, I felt a rustling sound of clothes as he pulled down his pants and slowly pulled down my underwear as if he was trying not to wake me up. But that was a failure, as I was very much wide awake and ready to enjoy this pleasure he was about to give me.“I kno

“Do you know you’re very pretty?”This was the first word Lucy said to me. That day, I had been sulking in a corner after a senior slave ordered me to hand over my food. Knowing I couldn’t refuse, I gave it to him, went to a corner and tried not to cry. I saw heard someone talking and when I looked around, I saw it was Lucy, all alone, talking to herself as usual. “What do you mean? I am skinny, pale and starving. There’s nothing pretty about me.” I had retorted, angered by her words. “It don’t change the fact that the aura around you is pure. You’re glowing and anyone with eyes can see that.”I smiled, warmed by her kind words and from there, we became friends. She was the only one who treated me like human. The only one who was truly happy in this hellhole, unlike the rest of us that was always miserable. Even though she was mentally unstable, she was a breath of fresh air. Seeing her fall limp to the floor with life draining out of her, I couldn’t stop screaming. I tried to run

I ran. I ran, not daring to look back till I reached out camp. I paused when I found Jessy waiting for me, arms crossed with a smirk on her face. With the look on her face, I realized she must have known master Kieran was not far away but she sent me anyways. I stared at her long and hard but that’s all I could do. Not when I didn’t want life harder than it was already. “How was it?” She asked, just when I walked by her. My eyes widened, wondering if she knew the hideous crime i had committed. Touching young master’s food and defying him as well. My heart began to race as I thought of several ways i would be purnished for it. “There’s a lot you could be doing right now, instead of staring daggers at me. One word from me and your already pathetic life is ruined, you know how Kieran can be.” “I did nothing.” I managed to mutter, wearing a confidence i didn’t feel. “Oh really? Then why do you look like you’ve seen the face of the devil himself?” She drawled with even more confidence

“A senior sent for you.”I looked up to see a guard, refer to me. We had just come from the farm and I was sitting with other slaves, peeling some tubers. With a nod, I got up and followed him, wondering which of the seniors called for me. They liked to be called vipers as they didn’t want to be referred to as slaves with us. They had the right to send us on errands or worse, punish us however they liked. It still didn’t change the fact that they were slaves, just highly favored. When we got there, I was suprised to see it was Jessy. She used to be my friend but not anymore. She was promoted to being a senior slave after she found the madame’s necklace and hence, awarded with the position. She turned to a totally different person after the promotion hence, we stopped being friends and I tried to aviod her as best as I could. I was shocked when she instructed me to got to Kieran’s room to pack is dirty clothes and wash. Why would she ask me to go there? The young masters hated all

I groaned as I rolled over on the hard floor, forcing my eyes closed. It was extremely cold tonight, more cold than the previous nights and I knew winter was quickly approaching. I envied Kayla, who snored loudly beside me, head hung to the side and mouth slightly open while I stayed awake, trapped in my own thoughts every night. We were the slaves of the most successful man in ravenwood, Rue pendragon. He was very rich and well known, with the highest population of slaves in town. Infact, he was so rich that he lost count of how many slaves he purchased every month and how many he had in total. With a sigh, I sat up and looked around the room. Different slaves, both young and old were sprawled all over the floor, sleeping in different possitions. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep so with a sigh, I got off the floor and walked carefully to the entrance of the room for some air. Now outside, I slidded down the wall, grazing at the stars. This used to be my favourite part of