Novels by GIFT'S INK

Daphne I walked into the hall and immediately felt all eyes on me. Dad’s hand was intertwined with mine as he led me slowly towards the man standing on the platform, looking down at me with a grin. A chill ran down my spine. Applause rang out in the hall as I walked in.So this is Dante. He was not what I expected. I expected a young mafia enforcer with a visible fighting physique but the man staring back at me was nothing like that. He was short, shorter than me maybe, his tuxe struggling to hold onto his protruding belly and he looked like my dad's age peer. I felt more disappointed than ever.Some eyes in the hall were filled with pity, some with fear- masked with fake smiles. I surely didn’t enjoy being watched like a sheep being led to the slaughter house. I looked away from them and forced my focus on the man waiting at the altar for me.I raised my gown a bit and walked up the altar, careful not to step on the dress. He kept a plastered grin on his face unt

Daphne Evening drew near but the preparations in the mansion still dragged on. The feeling of my room walls caving in, trying to suffocate me made me jerk upright from the bed I had been laying in all day. I pushed myself into the bathroom and took a shower, to cool my head, wore fitted jeans and a white T-shirt that hung loosely around me. Then I looked out my window, the sun had gone down and the moon began to glow in the sky. If I would be able to get through till tomorrow, I needed a break, air, comfort, whatever. I needed something. I was not one to smoke but damn, I needed a stick of cigarette. Eyeing myself in my vanity mirror, I noticed the dark eye bags underneath my eyes and sighed. No cigarettes, no comfort, no break all I was left with was air. So I slipped out of the house, thankful that everyone was occupied. The cold night breeze blew my hair up and touched the back of my neck, I shivered. Nice. Walking out of the estate a few of the neighbours spotted me and tried

Daphne The sultry voice from Mable, my step mother, froze my movements. With calculated steps I spun to face her. The smirk on her face exposing how much she liked to ‘keep me in check'. She sat legs crossed on one of the sofas, dangling her foot slowly. “You think you can run away from Dante right? So you crawled into Salvadors bed.” She rose to her feet and clapped. The tears in my eyes kept falling but I paid them no mind, I was more concerned about whatever trap, Mable was trying to set,and what she meant. “I really thought of you as…what's the word?…naive. You know, innocent. But no, you know all the tricks there is to know.” She walked towards me. “Mum stop this, you're scaring her.” Calla called, but she regarded her as background noice.“Let me tell you this Daphne Antonio, no matter whose bed you climb, Dante will wed you. He always gets what he wants, he has set his eyes on you so stop with the pitiful games” she chuckled and shook wi

Daphne I crouched to inspect the damage the stranger had done to my boyfriend and I was glad I stepped in, kilan would have been unrecognisable if I didn't. The man stood and removed his hoodie.I dragged my eyes away from Kilan and looked at him. The black shirt hiding under the hoodie came to view.The soft light from the moon and the slight blur in my eyes didn't give me a clear picture of the man before me, but I could still see some of his features. The man was tall, very tall. His slightly messy black hair shone under the moonlight, looking like still waters at dusk. His face was firm and he looked like he was trying to suppress anger. His chest heaved slightly, the black top doing little to hide the lines of his physique that flexed with his movements. He was…enchanting but gave off a dangerous aura. He moved to my side and his eyes fixed on me, I couldn't make out the colour of his eyes in the darkness but I knew they bore no warmth. He inspe

Daphne Another gulp of the strong alcohol hit my throat. The burn of it forced a wince from me as I eyed my boyfriend of two years from my side of the bar. “You are going to get yourself drunk, Daph.” That's the point. I could hear the faint concern in his warning but I continued gulping the painful liquid. “Slow down.” He said calmly, his hand grazing my thigh softly. I involuntarily flinched. Not because I didn't like the feel of his hand on me, but because I know I've hurt him. I remembered the light in his eyes disappearing a few minutes ago after I told him of the arranged marriage. Yes, I was going to get married, and it was going to be in forty-eight hours. I sighed as the thought of being sold off to someone like Dante crossed my mind for the umpteenth time since I was told. A laugh lacking warmth escaped my lips, Dad had said the marriage was necessary if he was going to get his company back to its feet. Typical dad, thinking only of himsel