Dead Set Ink Reviews Novels & Stories

I'm really sorry. As soon as I finish each one I'll publish instead of publishing in bulk. Again I'm so sorry for the hold up. 🙈

She replied, "The red ink pen in the office." I started laughing harder. "You mean the indelible red ink pen in the office that will not come off." She looked horrified and then started laughing hysterically. "Just please fuck me good for my attempt to be creative." I did. Brittney's personality always kept me off balance. Most people have a business face and a personal face. Brittney's was more than that. One day I bought three yellow roses from a peddler at a stoplight. When Brittney came home the roses were in a small crystal vase on the kitchen table.

(GENERAL AND DOLL) IN THIS GAME OD LIFE AND DEATH, WHERE THE CHANCE OF DRAWING THE CARD OF REINCARNATION IS ONE OUT OF TEN. CAN YOU TAKE THE BLAME? ARE YOU WILLING TO SACRIFICE EVERYTHING? TAKE THESE BOOKS CURSE AS THE AUTHOR IS FED UP WITH HER LIFE? CAN YOU CARRY THE BURDEN AND DWELL EVEN MORE INTO THE DARK GAME, WHERE A POEM WITH A CURSE IS PLACED? WHAT WILL YOU DO, IS THE DEATH REAPER WILL COME KNOCKING UNTO YOUR DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT? WILL YOU STILL PAY THE FEE TO FIND OUT?

“Every night. Every time I watch someone here die because of a choice I made or didn’t make.” Jax’s voice came from somewhere behind me, strained. “For the record, I think this is a terrible idea. And I will be very mad at you if you die again.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. My hands were shaking so hard I had to clench them into fists to hide it. Then I stepped into the ink. It was… cold. Not in a water way. In a void way. It didn’t splash around my boots; it yielded like thick gel, then clung, seeping into denim, numbing my skin in a prickling tide.

Tsk! @DeathWish

Damn it! @Death Wish

Hybrid Corpse Seeker Preferred method to eliminate the assigned duties of Death. Can only be destroyed by a crossbow arrow to the thorax or sword through the spinal cord. Usually in the form of a Banshee. Rated 90% in kill success. "Did you learn any weaponry during my prison years," I asked him curiously and he stared at me with an open mouth. I shook my head and patted his back. "I'll teach you how to fire a medieval crossbow, I know how to sword fight already," I mumbled confidently. Rai looked at me and frowned.

She knew that I would have an emotional break down when I saw my parents' lifeless bodies. My parents were both handsome and still had beautiful faces even though they were just a cold corpse. A great makeup artist arranged of my parents' dead body so they looked like they were just sleeping while wearing makeup. My mommy's lips even seemed to smile a little. Maybe she's happy because my eyesight came back.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

He even closed his eyes while tasting the blood from Vincent’s dead body. “This is the best! The finest of them all!!” he said while smiling wide open. Even his men almost lost their control after seeing his reaction. They wanted to taste it too! After a minute, he looked at his fingertips and let the last drop of blood pour right in the face of Vincent in the list. ‘Marking the dead… Tasting the sweet yet iron taste like liquid from the student. Bloodshed is the best!’ he said to himself. Blood is the devil's ink.