Ink Darling Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Rhian Monteclara, a lively and charming 25-year-old entrepreneur, is the face behind the popular fragrance brand Glam Perfume—known for its tagline: "One scent, one story." Her magnetic presence easily captures attention wherever she goes. People are often drawn to her confidence, but some become unexpectedly put off once they see her bubbly and playful personality.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

She was a bit of a dish, I must say, but too dishy to be my type. Skipper and his girlfriend, Arella created an account on my behalf. What so funny there was the not-so-original username they could ever come up with. BritBond69. Seriously, who does that? The number 69 made it sound dirtier and naughtier to my fine personality. Back to the fake blonde. I could see the evidence right before my very eyes—D cup to be precise. They jiggled when she giggled. It rhymed, huh? I didn’t know if she did it on purpose to get attention from her date, or they just jiggled.

“I smell cookies!” I jump off the counter and adjust my dress as a small child with rosy cheeks and long ash-brown curls comes bounding into the room. She is wearing a long white night dress that matches the bow tying her hair off her neck into a high ponytail, revealing her softly pointed ears. “Mommy,” she looks up at me, her tan face glowing and her gray eyes twinkling. “Can I have a cookie?” “No cookies before breakfast, Siobhan,” Evander laughs behind me. “Now run along. Mommy and I were just about to make pancakes!”

“Mr. Matrone, welcome to Bahir’s Boutique. Oh,” the statuesque woman with brown eyes bigger than what suited her face, looked at Delfina, “and you must be Delfina. Carma told me all about you. She was very specific in her wants for you.” “My sister can be demanding Bahir,” Furio interrupted as the woman started to pull Delfina away, “however please make sure Delfina looks classy.” “Mr. Matrone, I have never designed a gown which is not classy.”

A soggy Cheerio falls from my spoon and lands perfectly in the middle of a giant heart on my Dragons Reborn inspired leggings. I doubt Finn, or the company that now owns his popular video game, gave them permission to make leggings based on his characters, but the dragons flying around the pixelated hearts were too good to pass up. Drew calls them my crazy cat lady pants because rather than grow old with one hundred cats he thinks I'll be the little old lady playing online video games in my nursing home.

Have a happy reading <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)>. Lastly, the name of the Cindaly jewelry company is Glizzy, not Meglinzia. I forgot that the name of the company had already been given, thus making me make the mistake of naming it again. Although I have corrected my mistakes, the changes will display in the story by Monday. 6th September, 2025.

She invites me while she cooks and sways following the jazz in the back. “Excuse me.” I ask her as I go further into the house. “Here, take a seat.” She points to a seat on the giant kitchen island while putting brownies on the counter. “So you’re the infamous Pandora?” “I don’t know about the infamous part but that’s my name.” I chuckle nervously. “It’s a beautiful name. Very unique.” She compliments me. “Well, I asked you to join me this morning so we could talk about your ritual.”

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.