Ink Con Novels & Stories

he exclaimed in a voice that implied a little longing. Yes, who would have thought that Cally Dominic who is an expert in various fields, say martial arts expert, close combat expert, marksman, data hacking expert, expert in using high-level weapons, has a thin brain, is famous for his arrogance and unrivaled beauty. even very famous in the brutality of killing the person whose target is the son of a high-ranking FBI agent, General Frederic Dominic?

"You do belong." "Right." Sebastian turned to look at him, and something in Julian's expression made him stop. There was no mockery there. No pity. Just understanding. "You do not know anything about me." "I know you play hockey. I know your mother worked double shifts to pay for your equipment. I know you made the junior team when everyone said you would not." Julian's voice was quiet, steady. "I know you got a concussion last summer that wiped out three weeks of your memory. I know you do not remember anything from that camp you went to."

I tried to pull back—he didn't let go. I gagged as the liquor scorched my throat. My stomach felt like it exploded. My face flushed hot. Chuck sneered. "Wow, didn't know you could drink like that. Drop the act—I've seen you throw 'em back before." He wasn't wrong. I used to drink for him at work dinners. Took shots for him. Got clients drunk for him. Ruined my health for him. Back then, I was his lucky star. Now, not drinking made me fake.

INKA'S POV I took the bottle. Uncorked it. The smell was awful. Like rotting plants and something chemical. "You have to drink it?" I asked. "No. Rub it on your pulse points. Wrists, neck, behind your ears. It absorbs through the skin and masks your natural scent for about forty-eight hours. Then you'll need another dose." "You have more?" "I have enough for two weeks. After that, you're on your own." He pulled out a small bag from behind his seat. "Six bottles. Use them carefully."

NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE. Logan’s brows furrowed and he flipped the next page. More entries and detailed experiences coated the paper and more popped up as she had flipped through the pages. Terra scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she reached the final page. Covering the next page, a pocket slid up and down the design to keep anyone from seeing it all in one glance. Terra was using this pattern to put people in a coma.

At 3:00 pm, I decided that ice cream sounded amazing. It used to be a weekly event with Chris to get ice cream. I missed her. I grabbed my keys and was planning on going to the grocery store, but somehow I ended up at The Shack. I walked out of my car and headed in. Jessie wasn't there, but a majorly hot as hell guy was. He had short black hair and snake bites. He had green eyes and was about 6'3. His arms were so ripped I thought his shirt would break if he moved. You could see his abs through his shirt too.

He shouted eyes closed tight. "Wanna fuck me?" He heard a voice say seductively. ***** "Ooh, is that me?" Amanda asked excited. "No, remember we are doing if I hadn't met you." "Oh right," she muttered. "Well continue." ***** Alex opened his eyes quickly, sitting up, he didn't remember having...Alex mouth fell wide open as he saw Karen standing before him, wearing a Captain America bra and matching panties. Her hair for the first time was let down, cascading over her shoulders.

Diggy nodded. Shorty looked at the screen, he couldn't see what Diggy was driving at. "Just skim through the pictures." "Or why don't you just tell us!" Shorty lamented. "Wait.." Deathrow collected the mouse from Diggy and clicked the assembled pictures one by one. "This is Snipes...Pence...Nighter... Arrow... Where is Durin? Durin's pictures aren't here. Is he alive?"

He smirked, leaning closer. “Scorching hot if you really want to know.” I crossed my legs on top of the other already in work mode. He hummed, nodding to himself, “If I was to ask what you are hiding in there, would you answer?” “How about that drink?” I pressed a smile, looking at him under my lashes. “Hmm?” he stared for a moment and nodded with a wink before he continued his work. I hung back and watched Benny as he finished serving a few drinks to customers. It was obvious he was talking about me with the guy at the bar. I’m gorgeous. He confirmed by looking at me, winking. I blew him a kiss.