Bendy Ink Machine Songs Novels & Stories

Zuleika… Lanvini Alpha-born, dangerously unhinged, and hotter than sin. With eyes that flash gold when his wolf rises and tattoos that feel more like symbols than ink, he’s the kind of male my parents warned me about. The kind bred to conquer. Heir to the Darkfire Pack. Sworn enemy to mine. And the most powerful wolf on campus. I’m Mistborn—descended from the sacred bloodline of Silvermist. My wolf was supposed to awaken under the moon’s blessing, not from a stolen touch in the dark. But the moment Lanvin brushed against me, something ancient stirred in my bones. My wolf chose him. He’s my natural-born enemy. So why does every part of me want to kneel? Lanvin… She doesn’t know what she is. Doesn’t know the power coiled beneath her skin—or the chaos it could bring. Zuleika is Mistborn. The inner-blood of the Silvermist Pack. Sacred. Protected. Forbidden. She’s also my best friend’s sister. And my fated mate. I felt it the second our wolves brushed souls. A connection no Alpha could sever. Not even my father. But a bond between Silvermist and Darkfire? It’s treason. The kind that starts wars. Still, I’d risk exile. I’d burn my title, my pack, the very laws that raised me—because my wolf won’t let her go. And if fate dares stand between us, I’ll tear the moon from the sky to make her mine.

In the glittering, cutthroat world of the Lycan elite, power is bought with blood and secured with contracts. For Lyra, an eighteen-year-old "wolf-less" human from the slums, survival means blending into the background as a night-shift maid at Vance Global's high-rise headquarters. She has one goal: keep her head down, earn enough to buy her brother’s freedom, and hide the terrifying, ancient power sleeping in her veins. But her quiet life shatters when an assassination attempt targets the pack's ruthless billionaire CEO, Alpha Xavier Vance. To save her own skin, Lyra unleashes a burst of raw, untamable magic to shield him—exposing her deadly secret. Xavier is powerful, cursed, and desperate. To secure his position against a hostile board takeover, he needs a docile, human wife who won't trigger his unstable wolf. Seeing the perfect pawn, he forces Lyra into a thirty-day fake marriage contract. He offers her family absolute freedom; she offers him her compliance. The terms are clear: no feelings, no touch, separate rooms. But when the ink dries, and they are forced behind closed doors, the fated mate bond snaps alive with a terrifying, suffocating force. Xavier's feral wolf wants to possess her, but his cold, corporate mind refuses to bow. When the billionaire Alpha chooses his empire over the bond and issues a cruel rejection, Lyra doesn't cry. She takes his money, unlocks her true Alpha heritage, and prepares to tear his corporate kingdom down to the ground.

Victoria never wanted the spotlight. She wanted a quiet life with King Adeyemi,the self-made billionaire who's proposed three times and been refused three times because of a secret she couldn't afford to spill. But when Chief Donald Okereke her father,dies under suspicious circumstances 8 weeks before his crucial election, she is dragged into a world of power, politics, and forbidden desire. Seeing her brother shattered and her family's legacy crumbling, Victoria must choose either to run from her destiny or claim the Senate seat her father died fighting for. King has loved Victoria obsessively for three years. Every rejection cuts deeper, but he won't stop pursuing the only woman who's ever made him feel alive. When her father's death pulls her into the ruthless political machine King knows too well, he'll use every resource in his billion-dollar empire to protect her,even if it means exposing the dangerous connection between his business and her father's enemies. As Christmas lights flicker over a city drowning in corruption, Victoria discovers that politics is foreplay and power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. The man she loves might be her salvation or her destruction.In the middle of the noise, Victoria stood still,her heart cracked only when her secrets leaked and love was tested. Apparently obsession becomes the only thing standing between her and ruin,will it protect her or become the weapon that destroys her?

School had just dismissed us for the exam-break when my roommate begged me not to leave her alone in the dorm. She said she was scared and wanted to come home with me. Out of kindness, I brought her back with me. I had no idea that the very first night, she would sneak into my brother's room, and by the next morning, she was screaming that he had assaulted her. Because of that, my brother missed the exam, and his reputation was ruined. When the school board found out, they expelled him. No other school would take him in. To keep me from getting involved in this mess at school, my parents had no choice but to let that roommate live with us. After that, she treated our home like her personal hotel: never lifting a finger, demanding that my parents wait on her every night, and even having them wash her feet. My brother dropped out and took up work at an illegal factory just to support her spending. Then one day, a machine crushed him at that factory. My parents, already exhausted and heartbroken, fell gravely ill and passed away soon after. I was consumed by hatred. In the end, I dragged the roommate who destroyed my family down into the flames with me. Even as I died, I still couldn't understand. What kind of bitter grudge did her family have against mine for her to ruin us like that? But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she asked to come home with me…

Mom and Dad have given me all their love. They've decorated a princess bedroom for me, where unlimited Barbie dolls await me there. Since I love bathing a lot, they've also sunk in a huge amount of money just to custom-make a bathtub for me. They keep telling my younger sister, Olivia Grant, to protect me forever. But when Olivia and I are taking a bath together, she accidentally chokes on the bathwater. That's when Mom goes nuts. She strangles me violently while roaring at me, "We thought you'd learn to love your sister as long as we treated you well! Who would've thought that you're an ingrate who tried to drown her?" I can only shake my head in alarm. But Mom quickly shoves me into the washing machine. "You like bathing that much, don't you? Well, you can bathe to your heart's content!" After that, Mom and Dad take Olivia out to play. What they fail to notice is that they've accidentally turned on the washing machine. Water soon fills the chamber, and yet I can't climb out of the washing machine at all. As I feel myself tumbling around with the dirty laundry, I can only open my eyes with great difficulty as I look at my parents, who have returned home once again. I don't want to take a bath anymore. Can Mom and Dad please stop getting mad at me?

Lily’s life hits rock bottom when her gambling stepfather sells her at a private underground auction to pay off his debts. Desperate to fund her sister’s life-saving surgery, Lily is helpless until the highest bidder steps forward: Dante Vallocchi, a cold-hearted billionaire CEO with a dark secret. But Dante didn’t buy her out of mercy. Lily is the spitting image of the woman who betrayed him years ago. He wants revenge, not romance. He forces Lily into a cold-blooded contract: she must pose as his fiancée so he can secure his massive inheritance. In exchange, he will pay for her sister’s medical bills. As the ink dries, Dante’s warning is clear: "In this house, you are not a queen. You are my prisoner." Living in Dante’s world is a dangerous game of luxury and threats. While Dante is a cruel tormentor, he becomes a deadly protector whenever anyone else tries to hurt her. Llily begins to see the broken man behind the ruthless mask, while Dante finds himself falling for the one woman he is supposed to hate. The stakes turn deadly when Dante’s past returns, and Llily discovers she is pregnant. Fearing she is just a pawn in his corporate war, Lily flees. Now, the powerful CEO must decide: will he finish his revenge, or will he drop his billionaire empire to save the woman who truly captured his heart? In a world of lies and mafia rivalries, can a bought bride ever become a beloved wife?

In our galaxy, there are at least twenty billion Earth-like planets able to sustain life. My name is Skye. I am eighteen years old. Our astronautic scientists discovered a planet within our galaxy with human life similar to ours. By probing this planet’s satellite systems, they have learnt that wars have wracked this world over many millennia, where various zealots strive for dominance. Before setting out on a twenty-year expedition to visit this planet, our group has spent a year being educated in the various languages of this alien world and acquiring the skills to survive in any hostile environment we may find ourselves in. OUR DESTINATION IS EARTH. SKYE is the first book in a trilogy. It is a coming-of-age adventure of Skye, a young alien girl, and her fight to survive in a post-apocalyptic world governed by fundamentalists. After surviving a meteoroid tsunami, her spaceship crash lands in the Mexican wilderness. One of the survivors, Judah, a gifted physician from a superior technological civilization, is discovered in the desert and taken to Texas. Judah is promoted as the new Messiah by a right-wing extremist known as ‘The Preacher’. The Preacher’s propaganda machine convinces America’s devastated survivors that it was the sins of the world’s population that, as prophesized in the Bible, brought down the wrath of God. Judah is exploited to restore the people’s faith in the divinity of God as decreed by the Preacher’s tyrannical interpretation. The Preacher aims to reverse the emancipation achieved by Abraham Lincoln in 1863 and bring about a dictatorship through the reunification of America. Skye must put her trust in a member of the Preacher’s security team to rescue Judah from this new confederacy.

For ten years, my professor husband, Daniel Whitmore, and I loved each other deeply, treating each other with respect and care. Our only regret was that he had azoospermia, so we were never able to have a child. Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, the housekeeper, Megan Wright, suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child. I thought she was joking. Two days later, she threw a paternity test result in my face. The test proved that the child she was carrying was Daniel's. Megan sued us. On the day of the hearing, she cried in front of the courthouse, telling the media how Daniel had molested her. She said we were a pair of perverts who treated her like a breeding machine and kept her confined in our home. Daniel and I couldn't defend ourselves at all. The netizens labeled us demon employers and nailed us to a pillar of shame. Daniel lost his job at the university, and his students were ashamed of him. I was fired from my company that same day. In the end, Daniel couldn't withstand the pressure of public opinion and committed suicide in prison. I became a rat on the streets, hunted down and beaten by netizens. Driven insane, I wandered into traffic and died miserably in the middle of the road. Even at death, I couldn't understand how Megan had become pregnant with the child of my husband, who had azoospermia. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day before Megan claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child.

When I go home for the holidays, I find out that my dad has installed a facial recognition machine at the front door. "You'll have to pay an entry fee of 50 thousand dollars. Will you be paying by card or payment code?" I thought my dad was joking at first. As I laugh, I attempt to walk through the front door while pushing my luggage forward. But my mom passes me a price list with an icy look. "That'll be 200 dollars for dragging stuff across the floor. You'll also be charged 1,000 dollars per hour for using up the air." I'm stunned by her words. "Mom, stop messing around already!" But when I walk into the house, I realize that the air inside has disappeared. Unable to breathe, my face soon turns bright red out of suffocation as I kneel down on the floor. My mom huffs coldly again. "If you want to live, then pay up!" With great difficulty, I dig out my phone and pay the fees. Once the transaction is done, I can feel air rushing through my nostrils and into my lungs. For a few moments, I pant heavily. As I stare at my cold-looking parents, I finally feel that something is off. So, I scramble up to my feet and rush for the door. But that's when I find out that the front door is already welded shut. There's a payment code pasted on the door as well as a message. "Exit fee. One million dollars."

I was selling some furniture that was collecting dust on a used-goods site when a girl messaged me about discounts. "Can I get it for a bit cheaper? I'm still in college, and I moved out of my dorm because I got into a fight with my roomies. My boyfriend found me a new place. He's rich and said he'd marry me after I graduate, but I don't want to burden him so much. Please, just twenty dollars off? I can pick it up myself!" I was reminded of my college days with Jonathan Mueller. We used to take shared bike rides for two hours just to save five dollars. I was only an ordinary employee now, but I still had more spare cash than a college student. My kindness took over, and I agreed to the discount. That night, two figures appeared at the entrance of my neighborhood. The girl looked proud of herself. "I spent less than a hundred and got a barely-used washing machine! Brilliant, right?" The man looked at her with unmistakable affection in his eyes. "Yes, darling. You're the best. But I'm making money for you. You don't have to save for me. I'm the CEO of Mueller Group. I can support you. Don't haggle next time." The man raised his head, still smiling. When our eyes met, I froze. That man was Jonathan Mueller—the same man who had told me he was on a three-month business trip to earn three times the travel expenses..