Dead Set Ink Reviews Novels & Stories

"Gavin, I know you used to be a human being. You know how it feels to die! What about their families? It's very unfair!" "Calm down Guardian of Soul, the creator never decides unfairly to human fates. All their sins are just weighed before they return. It is like your sin of suicide." I was stunned by what he said and could not speak. "If we fully understand each other, here are the death note for you." He took something slightly inside his cloak and from there he took out the three envelopes like what Saint had given me before. "We will proceed in three." My lips parted in what he said.

Avyanna befriended the person who could see the death of others with her eyes, so what was the possibility of me not knowing when and how she was going to die? "But child, they treat you like a murdered. When you aren't! It's not your fault that you have those eyes of death. You did not ask for it, and you suffer consequences for having this cursed gift," I'm not surprise that he knows about it, once he took care of my body personally. "Why haven't you told anyone about your healthy problems, Thya?" His face showed how worried he was and that made me feel guilty.

Under that, patchouli incense burns low in the corner near the flash wall. Blackline Ink studio isn’t just pretty. It’s a space that’s been built with artistic detail, It’s deliberate with its Concrete floors stained with old rinse water shadows no one can scrub out, Matte black walls, Framed flash sheets in clean rows and traditional roses, fine-line scripts, neo-Japanese koi, custom abstract pieces I’ve drawn myself. Stainless steel workstations wiped down to a shine with LED task lights clipped over my chair with autoclave humming in the back room where I sterilize grips and tubes even though most of my setups are disposable now.

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

Valerie’s POV The club transformed into a mysterious cesspool filled with hidden vices and concealed secrets. Faded red wallpapered walls throbbed beneath dim neon lights which cast eerie shadows across the cracked leather booths. Cigarette smoke combined with stale beer and sweat filled the air to create an intoxicating atmosphere that whispered late-night confessions and desperation. I had been in places like this before—where people exchanged their dignity for a few bills and their secrets for a drink. This evening presented my opportunity to obtain one of those hidden truths.

She had said publicly that David could never bring Jasmine happiness. Shame twisted in David's chest. Everything Lilith said had come true. If... if Jasmine had only listened to her, would she still be alive? Lilith stared coldly at everyone in the room. In her eyes, they were all complicit, every one of them had played a part in Jasmine's death. "I'm Jasmine's legal representative. Jasmine passed away at two minutes past nine at night on October 15th from acute liver failure, worsened by drug interactions that caused rapid organ failure. Before her death, she authorized me to activate all agreements from the moment of her passing."

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

that made the air feel like liquid lead. "The Alpha's protection is a 'Trope' we've seen a thousand times," the man said, his ink-eyes locking onto Kaelen. "Let's try something new. Let's see how the boy writes when the ink is made of his father's blood." The man pulled a silver-glass pen from his hoodie—not a needle, but a "Reviewer’s Blade"—and pointed it at Silas’s heart. "I'm giving you a 'Three-Star Rating', Alpha," the man hissed. "And I think it's time for a 'Major Character Death'."

Taking everything in, the room was very spacious, it had one double bed in the far corner of the room, a desk, and a large rug in the center. ------ [Chapter quote: All silence is the recognition of a mystery- Vladimir Nabokov.]