Desired Ink Novels & Stories

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

A fucking pretend Goddess? I need a drink. Heading to the small bar in the corner of my office, I pour myself a glass of bourbon and knock it back, feeling the burn all the way down. It doesn’t make me feel any better, but at least it’s something. I refill the glass and lean against the bar, staring into the amber liquid as my mind races.

She cried out, arms locking around his neck as he pounded into her—hard, raw, relentless. This wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t slow. It was a claim. And gods, she wanted it. “Say it,” he growled against her throat. “Say you’re mine.” “I’m yours,” she gasped. “All of me.” Kael’s teeth grazed her neck, and her wolf rose with a howl, baring itself to him. Then he bit. Not hard enough to hurt, but deep enough to mark. His canines sank into her skin just above her collarbone, sending a shockwave through her entire body. The bond snapped into place—hot, binding, permanent.

To not sense Asher’s absence, as something. Nina placed a cup in my hand. "Drink. Don’t overthink it.” I took a sip. The flavor was both sharp and sweet simultaneously. Both. Right, at the same time. "This tastes like dissolved sugar and sorrow.” “Excellent " she remarked. A nearby crowd erupted in cheers and a voice called out "Truth or dare. Bring it this way.” Nina shrieked, the betrayer. "Yes. This is ideal. You require this.” “I’m tired " I whispered,. She pulled me along regardless.

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

“I just wonder… will it be enough?” Derek stepped forward, the heat of his power crackling in the air. “Let’s find out.” He placed his hands on the ground, and runes ignited, spreading in a perfect circle around Alan. The glow was bright, flickering between gold and deep red, merging fire and magic in a way only Derek could command. Alan’s body tensed, his smirk finally slipping. “Interesting.” “You should be honored,” Frederick said coldly. “You’ll finally serve a purpose.”*

"I told you I don't want to move in with you right now. Why don't you get that?" "Because I want you damn it." He shouted in annoyance. "I want my days and nights with you Indy. Now, you're my world. I don't want to live a single moment of my life without you." His voice came as a whisper "I.. I want to mark you as Mine.!!" A shudder ran down my spine from hearing his words. A happy tingling shudder. I moved towards him slowly and put my hands on his cheeks. His eyes were desperately searching for my answer. He leaned in my touch and kissed my palm softly.

She was rummaging for something in a chest. "What are you looking for, Ayla?" "This!" she exclaimed as she lifts a vial in the air. "What is that?" I asked. The vial she's holding contains some kind of fluid. "It's wolfsbane. And this," she said as she took a bag. "Are silver arrows."

I ask, voice hushed, hungry. Duncan meets my gaze and I see the ambition burning in him, thick as smoke, bright as flame. His lips curl. "I will be Alpha. Not in name, not in shadow. But in truth. And when that day comes..." He leans in, eyes boring into mine. "...no one will ever forget it." “How are we going to do that ?” He held up a vial, a colorless liquid swirling inside. “This” I didn’t need to ask questions. I knew exactly what it was. I held his gaze, the assassin in me thrumming with dark delight. Together, we'll carve his victory out of Ciro's ruin. Together, we'll spill the blood that binds us. The night, silent and unsuspecting, will never see us coming.

Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications. "This transition is too harsh," Eli said, pointing at a moment where the emotional beat should have been softer. "Agreed," I said immediately. "The color temperature needs to shift earlier." We worked in near-silence for hours. Not angry silence. Just... focused work silence. By late afternoon, we were almost complete. Just one final sequence that required both strategic positioning and emotional authenticity to get right. I was leaning forward to look at the screen more closely, and Eli was standing close enough to point at specific details.