Ink Devotion Novels & Stories

Just quietly supporting her from a distance, expecting nothing in return. Three months of silence. He was hurt, that's all. Enough time's passed. Of course he still cares. Of course he still loves me. The more she turned it over, the more convinced she became. A self-satisfied smirk crept across her face, something close to contempt flickering underneath it. You act like you hate me, Grant. And here you are, still circling back to me like you always do. Twenty years of devotion doesn't just disappear because of one bad night.

Where we… where we… Oh, God. Why am I here? The door from the ensuite bathroom burst open, revealing a freshly showered Devin - half-naked. I suddenly feel the urge to cover my body, though I wasn’t naked, but I feel violated! I’m such a prude! “Good morning,” he casually walked towards me, his ink-covered chest and wavy dark locks still glistening with a few drops of water. The cursive writing all over his skin seemed to have gotten darker or his sin had gotten smoother. I was trying hard to avert my gaze from his naked chest, but… but it was damn hard.

If it was anyone else who said this, he would have been beaten up long ago. However, it was an old Taoist priest who had said this. No one knew where this eccentric old Taoist priest had appeared from, but he was the most unavoidable existence in the Zen Spirit Temple because whatever he asserted basically came true, regardless of whether it was good or bad! Ding! Ding! Ding! The sound of the temple bell ringing came from not far away, and the heavy wooden stakes ringing the bell emitted a distant and dull sound. The smile on Harry’s face faded, and he was filled with anger and hostility at this time.

It’s calling for you…' Inner Devil: 'Take it, Charlie. Devour it. Fulfill your destiny!' Inner Devil 2: 'Look into the dick, Charlie… deeper… deeeeeper… you are completely under its spell…' Inner Devil: 'Take a bite. Just one. And then another… and another…'

At the wedding, Ewan Holland's assistant replaced the slideshow video with a clip of my sexual assault from five years ago. Amid the dead silence of the hall, Lilith Clayton pinned down my hands as I scrambled to unplug the flash drive. "Relax! I mean no harm. Just wanted to remind you how much Mr. Holland loves you. He doesn't mind your past, so don't ever chase cheap thrills or betray him." While I racked my brain trying to convince everyone it was an AI forgery, I frantically signaled Ewan to pull the drive. I thought he'd surely step up to save me. Yet he dragged the timeline bar forward and zoomed in on my face instead. I stopped wrestling, staring at him in disbelief. "What are yo

--- THE FIRST DREAM — BLOOD AND PROMISES I’m kneeling. Not weak — never weak — but controlled. Intentional. There’s blood on the floor, streaked in dark arcs like spilled ink. Someone groans behind me. Someone else is praying. I don’t turn. I already know who matters. He stands in front of me. Nicholas. Younger. Sharper. Colder in a way that feels cleaner, less fractured. His suit is immaculate, but his eyes are ruined — dark and burning, locked onto me like I’m the axis the world spins on.

His response was immediate and warm, one hand rising to cradle my jaw, touch reverent, careful, deeply present. Not hunger. Not urgency. Devotion. When we parted, I didn’t step away. Neither did he. Our foreheads rested together, noses brushing lightly, the space between us now familiar territory. “Stay with me tonight,” he said. It wasn’t possession. It wasn’t command. It was invitation wrapped in vulnerability. “I wasn’t planning to be anywhere else,” I whispered. His exhale was warm against my lips. Relieved. We moved inside slowly, hands linked, not hidden, not strategic, natural. The corridor lights dimmed automatically as we passed, the building shifting into night cycle. No alerts. No

He asks, his voice barely audible. " Based on your net sales, I'd like to invest in this business." The man sitting beside me said, " I love royalty on every sale." He added, " It seems, you aren't getting me." Enzo said, his fingers thrusted deeply into my pussy. " This isn't about any product." He said, " I think we will just talk about this project in private." The guy right beside Enzo said, " I love working with you. And I trust that this project will be a great one." He said,

"Spoken like a true queen. Lead the way to your kingdom." ... Even though my parents adored me, my upbringing had been strictly conservative. This was the first time I had ever stepped foot inside a bar. It felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Chloe boldly ordered a table full of alcohol. A moment later, a dozen escorts filed into the booth, naturally flanking me on both sides. Having never witnessed such a magnificent sight, my eyes went wide. "Girl, try this fruit cocktail the owner mixed himself. Tonight, we drink until we drop!" Chloe cheered.

He tried it for about two times and decided he’ll try it later when it still didn’t connect. He activated the hidden bud in his ear and the voices of Don Alessandro and Danny were heard. Before going to serve the wine, he had placed a chip recorder at the bottom of the bottle, that way he could hear their conversation. “Glad you honored my invitation.” Don Alessandro spoke up. “It’s a pleasure. I was told your invitation was worth honoring.” Danny said. He pushed the bud further into his ear when he couldn’t hear them loudly. “It is good you did your findings about me. I bet you were also told I hate when people rebel…” Don Alessandro was still talking when Danny’s voice was heard.