Ink Darling Novels & Stories

"I will go check on Merri." Without a word, Walter stood up and gave Henry the infant he had been holding. Austin's mother had tied two different colored wool on each of the twins wrist. The white wool was Lennox and the blue wool was Lionel. They slept for a long while, Austin watched them sleep right next to their mother. Nothing could take away the happiness he felt at this very moment. This—this was all he'd ever wanted. They were so delicate, more so when they blinked oblivious to the world they were born into. Austin was surprised, Merri had knitted so many cute bottoms, gloves and tiny little shoes. All so adorable. Bertha has dropped off her kids baby clothes that she had kept for Me

The public had now forgotten about the recent scandal because a certain famous celebrity was found in her apartment, drowning herself in drugs. “What do you think about this color?” Amelia asks while showing Damian a lilac-colored shirt with matching shorts. “It looks cute” Damian replied. “Really? Should I buy this?” Amelia asks while thinking. “You should buy it,” Damian said. “But aren’t we buying too much? I’m sure the baby will grow out of all these clothes fast” Amelia said while eyeing the shopping cart that was filled with baby clothes. “We’re not going to run out of money, don’t worry” Damian replied while smiling.

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

Max reluctantly moved, and I shuffled into their house. “I just came to drop off some clothes Lili grew out of years ago. I held onto them for Madeleine and Ana, but they’ll be more useful for Pippa in the meantime.” Max and Skye had three daughters. The eldest, Pippa, was six, the middle one three and the youngest only born a couple of months ago. “Thank you so much, Ella,” Skye said, taking the bag, “We discovered yesterday she’d outgrown her summer clothes from last year. This is great.”

The house was quiet except for the distant, rhythmic lap of waves against the shore and the soft creak of the floorboards under our bare feet. Lila’s room glowed a soft, dreamy pink from her night-light shaped like a crescent moon, the canopy bed draped in gauzy white fabric like a little princess fortress. She was already sitting up when we slipped inside, dark curls a wild halo around her sweet face, clutching the stuffed wolf Dante had custom-commissioned for her third birthday—the one with the tiny silver collar embroidered on its neck in delicate thread because, as he’d told the maker, “she needs to know what forever looks like, just like Mommy.”

The girl turned her head to it. “Can I still have cake?” Lydia chuckled, the tightness in her chest easing slightly. “Of course you can still have cake. In fact, I think we need cake now.” “With pink icing?” “Extra pink.” “With sparkles?” “The sparkliest.” “And a crown?” “We’ll get three,” Lydia whispered. “One for you, one for ducky, and one for Grammy. Though mine has to be silver. I have a reputation to keep.” The little girl giggled then, a soft, sweet sound that made the nanny smile and wipe her eyes again.

About 20 minutes later, she finally came. An older woman dressed in extravagant clothes. I approached her. “Hello, Mrs. Winifred. I'm Dahlia, CEO of DAHL.” I smiled at her and handed her my card, she took the card from me, then looked at me from head to toes. Her eyes lit up the moment she sighted a scarf wrapped around my neck. “Isn't that Tonia’s latest design? I heard there are only three pieces available in Drawlwood. You managed to get one,” she seemed so excited.

"Without standards, there can never be improvement." -Taiichi Ohno- *** Damian was drying his hair on his bathroom when suddenly he heard a knock on the door so early in the morning, he had no idea who would come to his place at 8A.M and to be honest it annoyed him a bit. He opened up the door to find none other than his sister, Scarlett Heart, the owner of Scarlett Heart Beauty company and the wife of the one and only Carter Roman, a Wall Street multi-millionaire who owns his own private jet. One of her hand was holding Xenia, who stood there in her red dress and brunette pigtails which complimented her sweet youthful look.

Emily worked part-time in the most elite bar in the city. They called it, The Octagon. This was the only work that she could have in the evening since she was too busy at school in the morning. After her day classes, she changed her clothes from her school uniform to her club attendant uniform. She changed to a black mini-short dress paired with a red scarf tied neatly around her white long neck. She had a small rectangular gold-plated nameplate attached to the left side of her mini dress.

After a few tense moments, she heard the satisfying click of the door unlocking. Emily slipped inside, closing the door gently behind her. The room was lavishly furnished, a testament to Alex Walker's wealth. She quickly scanned the room, spotting the safe tucked discreetly in the corner. She approached it, her mind focused on the combination Inishola had given her. With nimble fingers, she dialed the numbers, praying that it would work. The safe door swung open, revealing the necklace, a stunning piece of jewelry that sparkled even in the dim light.