Ink Darling Novels & Stories

Quickly, she turned around to find out if one of the working maids would probably know her whereabouts, or anywhere she could probably be. Ellen, who was walking towards the living room just at the time, noticed the parcel that the head maid was carrying, and inquired as to what it was about and to whom it belonged to. "Mum, can you believe this?! This is the limited edition dress, diamond stiletto and million carat necklace that sold out today in less than two hours. Mother, can you see this? Dalton sent this to that bitch. He fucking sent to her, this luxurious items that I am dying to own. I am going to kill that golddigger!" Ellen shot up in mad rage, as she restlessly examined the gorge

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

She's one expensive shrink. I opened up the dress, seeing there was a note on it. "Will arrive at seven sharp, please be ready on time." -JL Right then... half an hour to go. I opened another package and saw the lingerie from the photoshoot. Guess I was wearing this underneath then. I stripped myself naked and slip on the skimpy lingerie. I started on my makeup, deep dark brown eyeshadow with luscious baby pink lipgloss that matched the dress. I kept my nails deep brown just like my eyeshadow. I decide to put my hair up and made it look a bit messy.

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

As the sound of footsteps drums across the marble floor in the en suite, I slightly sit up to turn around and make sure that they belong to Ace. The last thing I need right now is Theo entering the room while I’m naked and feeling vulnerable. “Your little friend Eleni Drakos has given you a departing gift.” Ace mumbles, holding up a black dress attached to a coat hanger. He turns it around to show me the back, “it’s backless.” He adds dryly.

I think my face annoys him. Sighing, I went up to my room, took a shower, and dressed as if I were at home in England. Tight black jeans, so tight you almost had to do gymnastics just to wear them. Peter used to say that my ass was irresistible in them. I wore a pink T and my favorite sneakers. Then I went to pick up my ornaments: a fluorite string right around my neck, the ring that Peter gave me, several stone bracelets that I picked up at random, and my beloved rings, which fit very well in my ears. Then I let my hair down and grabbed some D&G sunglasses my cousin gave me for my 18th birthday.

It also cascaded to her chest like a waterfall of ink. Moreover, the child was simply exquisite. Everything about her screamed like she was a mannequin doll carved from the finest marble the greatest artist could find. Her demeanor also suited the look, her placid eyes of the lightest blue piercing through the darkness like beacons. As for her clothes, she only donned a simple purple sweater and white warmer leggings. This child… she was every inch of perfection that one would expect from someone in the Pearce family.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Ophelia Maine's POV Ophelia Maine—the queen of the stage, myself was known for my excessive beauty. Upon marrying a man who's quite famous, I even gained more attention from the media. But truly.. no one has ever wondered why such a queen would be a narcissist, and obsessed with fame, except for my lovely daughter. "Mommy, why do you like attention so much?" A cute, little 7 year old Charlotte Maine asked. We were currently in my room, about to go to bed when my darling suddenly asked me that question.