A Graphic Novels & Stories

I’m quizzing my own imagination, who for whatever reason, has risen to bother me. This is inescapable. Revel looks down at his hand, watching his own fiddling. His nails are painted black, which seems to blend and manipulate perfectly into the tattoos which run across his knuckles and all the way up his arms. I can’t help but wonder what they mean. Each sworl and pattern is indistinguishable compared to anything I’ve ever seen before. Regardless, each inch of it is undeniably beautiful.

" I avowed. He kept staring at me for a while as if he was trying to phantom what scaled in my mind. "Your emotions are clouding your judgment Henry." He remarked. "It is my emotions that have carried me this far and I'm not going to stop now." I blurted and he retained silence for a while again. He then heaved a sigh, closing his eyes for a while before opening them. "My decision hasn't changed Henry but..." His lips pursed as he dug his hand into his suit jacket pocket, pulling out a black wooden stake with golden inscriptions. One that resembled Witches writing.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

But I'm no idiot and I'm definitely not perfecting professional nudes for Blake Hamilton because of undying love or naivety. One could argue that I'm doing it for money and to also get back at my judgemental friend and they would be right, but if I'm being honest I'm doing it because I want to. I'm having the time of my life, the money and teaching Mckayla a lesson is just an added bonus. You are perfect. Send more pictures.

I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,

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 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.