Novels by Inky LL

Wella’s POV"You don't have months because you're not giving yourself the chance to heal!"The therapist's voice rose, sharp with frustration. "This is insane, Theo. You're walking on a leg that should be immobilized. You're coming in for extra sessions that are actively making you worse. And you're still trying to work? What do you think you're proving?"There was a long pause. I could see Theo's shoulders rise and fall with a breath, see the way his grip on the parallel bars tightened until his knuckles were bone-white."I'm proving nothing," he said finally, and his voice was quiet, almost lost beneath the hum of the lights. "I'm trying to get back to where I need to be. My duty is to protect the Luna, and yesterday—"He stopped. I could see his jaw working, see the muscles in his neck straining."Yesterday I stood at the bottom of those stairs and watched her fall, and I couldn't move. My leg gave out underneath me.""Of course you couldn't!" The therapist threw his hands up, clip

Wella’s POV"He's been avoiding me," I said, and my voice sounded hollow, empty, like it belonged to someone else. "He's—" He hates me, and he should. After what Alexander did to him, “Dorian was right, and I’m done taking from him.”“What did Dorian say this time?!” Anna frowned.“Nothing I shouldn’t hear,” I bit my lips for the slip of that name, “He just said Alexander hurt Theo because of me, which was true. Alexander is that possessive.” He saw me as his assesst, and he didn’t like anyone touching his.Anna sighed, “I don’t know what exactly happened between you and Theo, but here is what I do know:”“Theo's lungs were punctured. That's why he's been coughing, why he can barely speak without wheezing. And his leg—" She stopped. Swallowed."The bones in his left leg were crushed. Alexander's boot came down on him again and again. They had to piece the fragments back together one by one, picking the splinters out of the muscle and the marrow. Every day, he walks on those bones. Eve

Wella’s POVThe hospital ceiling was the same shade of white it had been when I woke up, same fluorescent hum, same antiseptic smell that clung to the back of my throat like old guilt.I had been staring at it for hours, counting the tiles, replaying the dream, the garden, the silver pup, the way he had curled into my arms like I was the only safe place in the world.My baby.I pressed a hand to my stomach, still flat, still hiding its secret, and tried to breathe around the terror that had taken up permanent residence in my chest.The door opened, and my heart tightened like instinct.It was only Anna.Her face pale but composed, carrying a paper bag that smelled like hospital cafeteria coffee and something sweet. She set it on the bedside table and forced a smile for me, “The little thing is safe. And no one is going to find out. Now you need to eat something. You passed out for a whole day."My breath caught in my throat. "How—""Dorian helped." Her voice was flat, carefully neutra

See? He was so obvious.Maybe I didn’t know who he was before. But after three years, I could read him like a book.From the day I saw him with Ava at the obstetrics, I knew his plan. Ava came back to the pack, ungracefully, with a baby in her. But Alexander didn’t make that a public knowledge, not until after she came back almost two months, and then appeared in public, accompanying her to the obstetrics.He was allowing the rumor to make that baby his.There would be no way for Ava to explain a baby in ten months. At least, no graceful way.But this way, no one would need to say anything, and the whole pack would assume that their Alpha just made the mistake all men would, with his one true love that fate took from him, and he was taking up his responsibilty.Because his Omega Luna shamefully tricked her way into the title she didn’t deserve.What a perfect, noble love story he wrote for his Ava.Ava was right. When Alexander loves, he protects. Even if that means he had drag his ow

Wella’s POVThe silence in the room was heavier than the ache in my ribs.Alexander sat in the chair beside my bed, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped so tightly together that the knuckles had gone white. He hadn't looked at me since I opened my eyes. He just sat there, staring at the floor, his jaw working like he was chewing on words he couldn't quite swallow.But it wasn't concern that I saw in his posture. It wasn't worry.It was anger. The kind that sat still and quiet, coiled like a snake, waiting to strike.My heart stuttered. My hand moved instinctively to my stomach—a reflex I couldn't control—and I felt the panic rise like bile in my throat. Was my baby okay?! Had they told him? Was he going to kill him, or did he already do that?!"Wella." His voice cut through the silence, flat and cold. "...why are YOU the one crying?""Alexander—""Don't." He held up a hand, and I stopped. "I came here to talk. Not to fight. So just—" He sighed, long and heavy, and ran a hand thr

Wella’s POV[Mama...]The voice came from nowhere and everywhere. Soft. Distant. Like a whisper through deep water.[Mama!]I tried to open my eyes, but my lids were too heavy. My body felt like it belonged to someone else—numb and distant, floating in a void where pain didn't exist. I couldn't feel my wrist, couldn't feel the ache in my ribs, couldn't feel anything except that small, insistent voice calling out to me.[Mama! Wake up!]I opened my eyes, expecting to see the hospital ceilling. I was wrong.The sky above me was soft and golden, the kind of light that doesn't come from a sun but from everywhere at once. I was lying on grass—not the coarse, dry grass of the pack's training fields, but something softer. Something that seemed to glow faintly beneath me, warm and gentle, like the earth was breathing.I sat up slowly, and my breath caught.It was my mother's garden.I knew it the moment I saw it—the old stone path she had laid herself, the wooden trellis where she used to gro

The moon was a sickly sliver of bone hanging over the outskirts of the city, providing just enough light for Arthur to see the frost on his own breath. He stood at the edge of a gravel road, checking his watch for the tenth time. It was nearly 2:00 AM. The city lights were a faint, amber smudge on the horizon, and his own house lay miles away in a remote area where the streetlamps were more suggestion than reality. He didn't want to walk; the distance was daunting, and the silence of the countryside felt heavy. He decided to wait, clinging to the hope that a final bus might still be running.He waited and waited, the cold seeping through the soles of his shoes. Just as he was about to give up and begin the long trek, two twin orbs of pale light cut through the darkness. A bus rattled toward him, its engine a low, rhythmic thrum. Relieved, Arthur stepped to the edge of the road and flagged it down. The doors hissed open with a sound like a dy

The St. Jude’s Foreign Language Academy was an institution of cold stone and stricter discipline. Located on the outskirts of a city that seemed to forget it existed, the school’s dormitories were hushed hives of high-achieving students. But for the past fortnight, the silence had been punctured by a rhythmic, unsettling sound.It started at the stroke of midnight. A woman in a red dress, vibrant and clashing against the dim, institutional grey of the hallways, began making her rounds. She was a ghost in the machinery of their security; no one could explain how she bypassed the heavy iron gates or the night warden’s desk downstairs. Yet, she came every night, her heels clicking a sharp, relentless tempo as she knocked on every single door.The routine was always the same. A soft, insistent thump-thump followed by a whispered inquiry that seemed to seep through the wood of the doors: "Do you want

Ten days have passed, and his enlargement hasn't stopped. He's beginning to be afraid.It began subtly. A strange hunger that no amount of food could satisfy. He woke one morning to find his pajamas tight across the shoulders. He shrugged it off—maybe the laundry had shrunk them. But by the time he finished breakfast, the waistband of his trousers was digging into his stomach. He loosened his belt a notch and went to work.That was the first day.On the second day, his coworkers noticed. "Did you grow taller?" someone asked. He hadn't measured, but his desk chair felt lower. The bathroom mirror showed his reflection standing an inch above where it should. His shoes pinched. He took them off and walked barefoot.On the third day, he couldn't fit into his car. The steering wheel pressed against his chest. He called in sick and stayed home, watching his hands swell like rising do

The fluorescent lights of St. Jude’s Memorial Hospital flickered with a rhythmic, dying hum that echoed the exhaustion in Dr. Aris Thorne’s bones. It was 2:14 AM. He had just spent twelve hours sewing together the victims of a multi-car pileup on the I-95. His hands, usually as steady as granite, were beginning to tremble with the onset of a caffeine crash. The smell of iodine and stale coffee seemed etched into the lining of his lungs.Aris adjusted his spectacles and unbuttoned his white coat, draping it over his arm. The hospital was unnaturally quiet at this hour, a cathedral of sanitized silence. He navigated the sterile corridors toward the central elevator bank, his footsteps sounding like gunshots on the polished linoleum. He just wanted to find his sedan, drive home, and sleep for a century.When he reached the elevators, the silver doors slid open with a soft chime. Inside stood a nurse. He recognized he

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.Being a person who couldn't ignore a creature in the cold, I tucked the heavy cat under my arm. It didn’t struggle. In fact, it purred—a deep, rhythmic vibration that seemed to resonate inside my own chest, making my pulse slow down to a sluggish crawl.The house was a sagging Victorian structure, hidden behind a veil of overgrown ivy and weeping willows. It looked like it was being slowly pulled back into t

The ocean is no longer blue. It is a thick, churning soup of grey and chemical slick, reflecting a sky that has forgotten the warmth of the sun. I sit on the edge of a crumbling skyscraper in what was once called Neo-Tokyo, watching the toxic tides rise. My skin is the texture of cured leather, and my bones click like dry bamboo in the wind. I should be dust. I should be a memory. Instead, I am an echo that refuses to fade.It was exactly five hundred and forty-two years ago. I remember the date because it was the day I was supposed to marry Elena. I had been a young man then, full of the foolish arrogance that comes with a strong pulse. A freak accident—a collapsing balcony, a scream, a sudden plunge into darkness—and there he was.He didn't look like the cloaked skeleton of the storybooks. He looked like a tired bureaucrat in a grey suit, carrying a ledger that hummed with the soft vibration of a billion ending

There is no one at "home".This is Bruce's habit. He only requires cleaning staff to come to the house once a week for cleaning, and a life assistant to deliver various items to the house in a timely manner according to his requirements, including food and ingredients. No other personnel are required.Therefore, the house is always quiet. It is an independent space that belongs entirely to the owner.In the past, when Mia was the real hostess here, she would often cook for herself and do some simply cleaning.She now uses half of the third floor of the house. She and Bruce are affectionate and sweet to the outside world, and behind closed doors, they are hosts and guests who have a cooperative relationship.Bruce took off his shoes, took off his suit jacket, and held it in his hands.Mia took off her shoes and followed in, and found several large cardboard boxes on the coffee table in the living room, and Bruce was already unpacking the boxes. His custom-made suit was thrown carelessl

After Bruce finished speaking, the eyes of everyone around him widened.The Duncan family has always enjoyed privileges in the pack. Before Mia returned to the pack, Elena regarded herself as the future Luna on many occasions. Those who didn't know the specific situation had seriously believed that the Duncan family would soon strengthen their ties with Alpha's family through marriage.After all, every core member of the Duncan family can see the alpha at any time. Who dares to say that the news they said about alpha is false?But now, the alpha tells Elena Duncan, the favorite youngest daughter of the Duncan family, that she has a problem with the way she addresses herself and Mia. This is telling everyone that the Duncan family, at least Elena, is not as important as they show.The crowd began to whisper again."If you insist, alpha." Elena emphasized the word "alpha", "But I thought we were friends. After all, we grew up together."Mia must admit that Bruce's appearance made this c

Mia's posture is very beautiful.Although her legs were a little weak after standing for a long time, her body also felt very tired. More importantly, the eyes that needed to be paid attention to all the time consumed a lot of her energy. But she controlled herself well.The appearance of Elena Duncan unexpectedly gave her some motivation.After surviving the nightmare memories, the flames of revenge burned brightly, and the enemy was right in front of her. Mia entered a fighting state both mentally and physically.The pressure of those glances and appraisals was no longer so noticeable.She rediscovered that feeling of being determined, clear-minded, and filled with strength. Her faith and confidence were stirred.If you can't even win this game, what's the point of revenge?Of course, the posture still needs to be beautiful enough. Posture is a very important part of revenge.That rhetorical question came out of such a Mia. In the face of provocation, smile gently and ask a question

The moment she stepped into the venue, Mia felt everyone's eyes on her. The eyes with various meanings, which were brighter than the magnificent lights in the hall, suddenly gathered together, making people dizzy for a moment.Breathe and calm down.She had almost forgotten the feeling of being watched. Bruce's palm helped her again, and she stabilized herself perfectly.Next, Bruce introduces everyone to her return to the pack, and then she has to accept people's genuine welcome and say a few words to announce her return."Good evening, friends."This time, she couldn't hide behind Bruce after a brief appearance like before, or even hide in a quiet corner. She had to meet those eyes head on and let them observe. And under their observation, she was saying what she wanted to say."I'm finally back in our warm pack. I'm really happy to see you here. The danger and wandering are over, and it will get better and better in the future.""The pain also made me realize that I was not a quali

The unfamiliar behavior pattern made Mia feel a little unease.But if she wants to take the initiative and have her own voice, she must learn how to get others to listen to her. The good news is that she has a Luna title, one that forces her command if she wants."Why would I?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, "On the contrary, I find it helpful to our plan."He said it sincerely. In fact, he only finds Mia cute when she raises her chin and gives orders. She is indeed fierce, yet she’s gentle to the world.The image of the young wolf overlapped her again.Mia raises an eyebrow.Since the conversation in the hotel, she had been testing Bruce's bottom line to see how far he would accept her capriciousness. There is no border in sight yet.He seems to be a little too indulging.She accepts his "Alert the enemy" plan.To put it simply, it was to announce her return to everyone. And she stands in Luna's position and openly causes trouble for the Duncan family, especially Elena Duncan. She wants

Half past four in the afternoon.The third floor of Creekview Manor is very lively.The door to the master's large lounge was open.The designer directs his assistant to take out one dress after another from the protective bag and hang it on the rack. There is a row of men and a row of women, with design elements and colors corresponding to each other. The jewelry box opened by the manor's butler himself, and sets of the owner's private jewelry were laid out, including pearls, diamonds, emeralds... all full of jewels.The makeup artist is opening the makeup box, taking out various cosmetics and placing them on the oversized dressing table. A complete set of makeup brushes, various colors of base makeup, eye shadow, highlighter, shadow...especially lipsticks and lip glosses with different textures and colors. There are hundreds of them on a shelf.The hairstylist took out a variety of tools, including combs, hair dryers, curling irons, nutrients, softeners, styling agents... hairpins o

"Then what's the point?" Damian shrugged, "Let's eat talk about it."He threw the dumpling into his mouth and ate it."Sophia and the others, do they all know that you are leaving?" Maya felt her mind was a little confused, so she found the simplest question and threw it away first."Them? They should have always known that this day would come." Damian thought for a while, "But I haven't officially announce anything on the date."Well, that means she was probably the first to know that he was returning to the family business. Maya felt a subtle sense of psychological satisfaction."Okay." Maya shrugged, "I never thought you would inheriting the family business. It feels bit sudden."Before today, Damian in her mind had always been a reliable senior, a peer who called each other. He is indeed much richer than her, but he doesn't have obvious rich habits, which is completely different from Vincent and the like. She also hadn't considered the possibility of his identity changing.Now, s

In a cafe near the law firm.Maya sat by the window, watching the number of people in the store getting fewer and fewer, watching the sunlight on the street outside the window getting darker and darker, and the lights getting brighter and brighter. People who were in a hurry to get off work left, and people who went out for a walk or play after dinner appeared again.She only took a sip of the coffee placed in front of her. A book open on the table, and not even one page turned. She peeled off the skin on the edge of her thumbs, and she couldn’t even feel the pain.Damian took Jason away.What will they talk about? Will Jason take another chance to get something out of Damian?Although she was well aware of Damian's intelligence and ability, she still couldn't help but worry. After all, Jason got into trouble because of her.Finally, a familiar voice appeared outside the window.Maya stood up immediately and couldn't wait to greet Damian when he stepped into the store door and asked,

"You're the one who's crazy alright?!" Unable to escape, Maya gritted her teeth and retorted.It was after hours. People are going in and out of the building. Not want to be the center of an ugly gossip, Maya lowered her voice when he didn’t turn to violence too fast.Her wrist still hurt from being squeezed."The client that Damian introduced to me!" Jason seemed really anxious. He ignored Maya's scolding and raised his hand to pull her forward, "Don't say you don't know!""What should I know?!" He used too much force, and Maya felt that her wrist was about to be broken. In pain, she began to struggle again.Based on the key words of Jason's question, she had some guesses about his question.Could it be that something happened so quickly to the customer Damian told her about?"You really don't know?" Jason snorted angrily.He gritted his teeth and stared at her for a long time, looking at her expression as she focused on staying away from him. Finally, he took two deep breaths, nodde

"Legal Advisor" Damian is very professional. After receiving the payment, he helped "client" Maya sort out several typical emotional needs, and attached possible manifestations, as well as replacement conditions that can be used for negotiation.For Maya, the "client", the process of payment is pleasant both physically and mentally, and the advice received is very professional and of high reference value. The only minor drawback was that after the payment, the client felt a little mentally exhausted, but the consultant insisted on finishing the consulting.Of course, the advice itself was good.Based on the suggestion, Maya asked Tanya to review her relationship experience, try to judge her husband's psychological needs, and then design tests to determine the negotiation plan.But her proposal encountered a slight setback.Tanya is unwilling to carry out the plan or even review the life between the two of them."No, no, no. Looking back now, every detail tells me that I was a fool." T

Breaths entwine with each other.Maya felt that she might have been bewitched in some way.The cold woody aroma of Damian's body mixed with his own scent, creating a thick, warm undertone, but almost cold to the touch, like mint and snow. This breath is just like him. When it is first touched, it is cold and sharp, stimulating people to wake up. When the mellow and warm part penetrates, people are already immersed in it unconsciously.She sniffed this smell, hooked her smooth muscles on her shoulders, and touched her lips and tongue repeatedly with him. Nothing else mattered, and the two of them became each other's center, as if souls had been exchanged through such a touch.And Damian was obviously as immersed in it as she was. He held her back with one hand and pressed the nape of her neck, while the other hand was pressed against her lower back, rubbing it unconsciously as he moved.After an unknown amount of time, Maya's waist touched something a little hard. The thing seemed to a

"It's not too difficult to be prepared." Damian raised his hand to wipe offher frown, "But providing solutions will cost you morein my bill.""No problem!" Maya immediately regained her relaxed posture, raised her hands, and asked him to hurry up and continue serving. Non worriedat all whether she, as a “customer”, was being too generous.Damian seemed to be very satisfied with her reaction. The hand that was pressing on her forehead slid down smoothly, and the back of his hand lightly rubbed her cheek before taking it back and spoke unhurriedly:"The only common methods used by people like them are coaxing, threatening, and buying. Coaxing is not suitable for people who are familiar with it. According to your information, he used to control your customers before, mainly using so-called legal threats. Now, this approach doesn’t work, so the only option left is bribery.”&n