Ink Devotion Novels & Stories

In the underground casino, my ex-fiancé Don Dante Castellano threw the card in my face. His arm was around Sabrina—his first love—and his eyes were ice as they shoved me toward the table. "Your father owed mine a life. The thing in your belly isn't mine." He pressed the card flat against my cheek. "The daughter pays the father's debt. Tonight you're the living chip on that table." The paternity test was fake. The child was his. I knew. He didn't believe me. That night, with a gun pointed at my head, I took off all my clothes in front of everyone. Two years passed. Two years later, in Vegas, he saw me again. I was in a red silk dress with a gold chain around my neck, the other end of the chain held by a yellow-toothed gambler. "This bitch is cheap. Bark for me, and all these chips are yours." I picked up the chips, practiced. "Woof. Woof." Sabrina pressed her face into his chest, covering her nose. "Dante. This is disgusting. Let's go." He didn't go. The veins rose along his temple. He was staring at the bruises on my knees. Then he kicked the gambler across the room. He bent down and took hold of my chin. Hard. "Sienna. Money, and you'll do anything at all?" He was close enough that I could smell him. Soap. Two years, and still the same soap. I closed my eyes, opened them, pulled my mouth into a smile for him. "That's right, boss. Pay up and I'll cooperate with whatever position you want. Care to buy a round?"

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me. “Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.” "If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!" Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped, "Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head." Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug. "She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm." Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted, "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you." "See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later." Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink. " Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?" The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity. I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern. "That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

After getting kicked out by her husband for being barren, she is offered a marriage proposal by the richest man in Hiltonia. Then she discovers she's pregnant but hides it thinking it belongs to her ex-husband. Meeting a lot of people in her new life, she discovers there's a part of her missing. When the bits come together gradually, she discovers she's not who she thought she was. She wasn't just the daughter of a nobody who was picked up by Velon Aspen, used, abused and kicked out of the marriage pennyless. She was the daughter of the richest man in Maile. She uncovers her dark pasts and struggles to live with it. What is this dark past of hers? nd will her husband who had just fallen in love with her be able to live with it once he finds out?

The ice in the Miami Ice Dome is cold, but Finn Reyes is colder. As the star enforcer of the league, Finn is built for violence, aggression, and complete dominance. He doesn't play for friends; he plays to own the rink. But a season-ending injury leaves him isolated in his oceanfront villa, trapped with the one person who could bring his entire empire to its knees—the one reporter who isn't afraid to look him in the eye. Val Cruz has a soft strength that flickers in the dark, a quiet fire that tests Finn’s restraint until it snaps. They are rivals in every sense: the broken defenseman and the man determined to unearth his secrets. When the lines between professional duty and primitive, wolfish instinct blur, Finn offers a deal that leaves no room for escape. “I get to kiss you whenever I want.” The agreement is simple, the stakes are lethal, and the tension is a powder keg. In the dead of a Miami night, under the watch of a freezing moon, the hunt begins. But in the world of werewolves and high-stakes ice, the predator often becomes the prey. One touch will ruin them. One bite will claim them. The only question left is who will break first.

They say Paris is a home for love, a home where broken hearts come to heal and lonely souls hope to begin again. A place where the streets carry stories of passion, mistakes, and second chances, and where people arrive believing that somewhere between the cafés, the quiet alleys, and the lights of the city, they might find the love they lost or the love they have been waiting for. But I didn’t just find love. I found a love so forbidden that even the sun had to look away. I did everything according to my checklist. But being fucked every night by my Boss and his step son was never on the list. My name is Elara, and this is my story.

After the wedding, Luna realizes she married a monster. By morning, her mother and stepfather were killed, and their assets now belonged to her husband. In her attempt to escape him, she falls into a never ending sea, and just when Luna believes her life is over, her estranged stepbrother, a long-lost prodigy, arrives to rescue her. He gives her a new identity as the billionaire heiress Calla Rose, offering her a chance at a fresh start. But all Luna wants is revenge, and so does Calla Rose, the new identity she inhabits. Using the identity of Calla Rose, she sets out to ruin the members of the Rose family who killed Calla and to take down her ex-husband and everyone who conspired against her family. But while Luna is planning vengeance, her stepbrother, Aiden is hiding secrets darker than his suit and his love for her may be far more dangerous than her enemies His one-sided love for his stepsister might be the end of not just his life but everyone who dared come close to her. Will Luna be able to achieve the revenge she desperately needs? Will Calla’s spirit rest in peace knowing Luna was going to get her justice? And what happens when Luna stops thinking of Aiden as just astepbrother, will she give love a chance? - You love a little forbidden romance? a one sided love which turns to obsession or the male lead with secrets darker than his suit? then Luna and Aiden will give you all that and more.

“The truth is red, so is his love for me.” —Ava Heavens In an empire where gunshots speak louder than words, Ava found herself as a pawn in a crossfire she never wanted to partake in. One minute she was in love with her best friend, and looking forward to their future together. In a second, all that was gone and she’s being used as a sacrificial lamb to appease the devil himself! — “Either way you choose to go about this, I win and you lose. So if I were you I’d surrender my Ava to me, or the next body bag delivery will be one of your sons.” — Caden Tuhka.

"Finders keepers," Deangelo growled, his voice all sharp edges. "I found her first, commoners, she belongs to me. The only reason she's still breathing is because I saved her from that fucking fire." Romano snorted, pushing his way further inside. "You think you can just claim her like that? She's not a damn trophy, Scorpion." Fernando gave a series of hand gestures in sign language. Deangelo translated, "You may have found her, but that does not make her yours. We have a stake here, Papi." Vincenzo's voice cut like a knife through the tension. "This isn't some playground game. She's a person, not a prize to be fought over?" As their voices rose, they suddenly fell silent, snapping their eyes to Rosita. She was rushing towards the door. DeAngelo's eyes narrowed as he took a step towards her. "Little peasant, don't even think about it." **** Rosita's life has been anything but ordinary. Homeschooled and sheltered by her overprotective father after a near-fatal stalking incident, she dreams of escaping to college and pursuing her passion for music. But her father's plans to enroll her in an online university leave her feeling trapped and desperate. On the day, she finally decides to away, a fire overtakes their home, trapping her in her room. Just when she thinks all hope is lost, her metal door is broken down—not by her father, but by Deangelo Luis Valladares, the most-feared mafia drug lord in the whole of Mexico. With an intriguing, sinister smile, he extends his hand to Rosita through the smoke-filled room. Will Rosita take his hand and let him save her, or will she be taken by force? Can a breathtaking beauty like Rosita survive in a world ruled by mafia dons who live like kings and control Mexico City?

He kissed me, then called me gross. Now I’m rich, famous… and desirable. Jace Weston shattered me in high school. Years later, he doesn’t even recognize me. But I remember everything, and I’m not here for closure. I’m here to make him fall...and break. Until one look… one touch… ruins everything. He ruined my life once, this time, I’ll ruin his, unless my heart betrays me first.

Dante Russo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And when the President of the United States has the nerve to double-cross him, Dante doesn't go for blood—he goes for the man's heart. By kidnapping his son. Marco Powell never asked to be part of his father's shadowy world of corruption and backroom deals. But when masked assailants drag him from a glittering Washington soiree and into the ruthless grasp of Dante Russo, Marco's existence is distilled to the final bargaining chip. Kidnapped. Held captive. Compelled to kneel at the feet of Italy's most lethal man. Dante Russo doesn't just want ransom—he wants humiliation. He wants the President to hurt. And to make the whole world feel it, Dante does the unthinkable: he marries Marco in a ceremony as legal as it is lethal. An altar of a wedding shrouded in blood. A kiss meant to destroy. A war between two men who should hate each other but can't keep their hands off each other. Marco is everything Dante isn't used to. sarcastic, idealistic, infuriatingly beautiful and Dante is everything Marco should fear: fire, danger, sin, and temptation in a designer suit. Their arranged marriage sparks a deadly obsession. Every touch is a battle. Every kiss is war on their lips. And every night, Marco has to ask himself the question he fears most Does he hate Dante enough to fight him? Or does he want him badly enough to burn? Because in this game, seduction and revenge ignite and the line between love and hate doesn't just blur. It burns.