Ds Ink Novels & Stories

A collection of ink bottles, filled with vibrant pigments derived from coral and sea flora, awaits Bryan's selection. Bryan settles into his chair, the soft glow of bioluminescent algae casting an ethereal light in the chamber. He reaches for the jar of squid ink, its deep black color swirling within, and notices the addition of a special thickening agent. As he dips his quill pen into the inkwell, he feels the gel-like consistency as it coats the delicate fin-like feathers. The ink clings to the quill, its viscosity carefully crafted to prevent dispersal in the water.

I was about to be in a room with three men. My hands shook as they walked in the living room. David entered first, then a taller, muscled man behind him. He had short dark hair, almost as short as a buzzcut, with these beautiful bright blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of dark jeans and just his cut, no t-shirt on underneath, showing off the array of tattoos he had across his chest and down both arms. “Hey. It’s nice to meet you.” He said, “I’m Creek. I’m Ink’s VP.” David must have told them not to come close to me because Creek didn’t try to shake my hand, I felt a bit rude, but I was grateful for David for telling them.

I immediately took a plain sheet of paper, a feather and a small bottle of ink. I looked at the ink and noticed it was colourless. What sort of ink could this be? Most ink colours are always blue or black, but this one was colourless. "This is an invincible type of ink. Once used on a sheet, you can't see what you have written unless you dip it into a bowl of water, and then the texts will become visible." Kim explained, and I understood immediately. Such an intelligent wolf. Wow! It would be of great help to me.

“Please come to my cabin,” Dinesh mentioned as Anushka looked up from her phone. She was reading another one of the books online. She loved romance books and would prefer them any day over her textbooks. She walked to his cabin, straightening the white t-shirt and pants she was wearing today. It was the least bit professional, but she did wear a sweater over it, so it was fine. As usual, knocking on the door twice, she walked inside as he gestured to her to sit, “How many countries do we deal with?” He asked all of a sudden.

"I don't know,, nor do I care why you're here or what you're playing at, but please, I don't do friendship" He barely glanced my way. "I appreciate the smart mouth and the nonchalance,but, I just decided to sit here". He held his hand in surrender. I almost smiled. Almost. "you don't know who you're sitting with. Like I said, I don't do friends so don't bother". I rifled through my sketchbook, praying he left me alone like everyone else had.

If they overcome it they automatically be at phase one but if not it meant death. Ivory spread her fingers and condensed a little snow flake. Duke hemming smiled with pride in his eyes. ‘Am proud of you’. Basically everyone in their family was an ice elemental. ‘What about me, I woke up earlier than her, she used two days to wake up’ Ivan complained. ‘You brat’ duke hemming said hitting Ivan head ‘how can you compare to your sister, she’s a weak girl’. Ivan snorted coldly as he fixed his hair ‘I just styled my hair’.

David finally piped in, fighting back his laugh. Tanner shrugged and mixed his beer with a shot of whiskey. "We all can't commit to eating the same shit every day like you David" he mocked, chugging down his mixture. "Herpes is a real thing man" David laughed along. "Shames on you cus I have my dick sterilized every Mondays and Saturday's" "The fuck!" Luke barked out a laugh, almost spitting out his drink. "You're fucking insane" David laughed, so hard that his ribs hurt, and when they finally settled down from their laugher, his phone buzzed.

She was already in her apartment, their driver send her home at three in the afternoon. As her eyes fell on her painting materials, she seemed hypnotized by them. She put her blower down and got her paintbrush and started mixing paints. While dipping her paintbrush into a bloody red shade of color, she was staring at the white Oslo paper on her painting stand. She was already imagining the image, she carelessly stroked the red paint on it. There has no definite direction it was messy in the center. After drying it she got her black ink, using that ink for her pen she did a heart outline. Then she started making lines in the heart.

Red INK Ep 18: The act of tying a Knot 2 • • ~~Mr Springdam Point of View~~ When he saw Diana walking down the stairs with her sulky attitude, he sighed. He knew it was going to be a bitter morning. One daughter was like him, stubborn as a bull while the other... well the other...he didn't know where she got her attitude from. She was the direct opposite of everyone in his family, including his divorced wife. She was nothing like her.