Ink Devotion Novels & Stories

she grins. Invidia rises from her chair, pulls a small vile out of her back pocket and holds it up to the candlelight. Inside the vile is a silver liquid, a liquid I presume to be God’s blood, but it looks different…it’s not the vibrant silver I’ve seen the few times I’ve witnessed a God bleed. It’s darker, almost a gunmetal colour. It’s as if the mingling with human DNA, the process of abstracting it or maybe the thousands of years of being separated from the source has diluted its potency or warped it in some way.

He chuckles then his face straightens, “I remind you today Isa that I own you, that I am yours and you are mine” I walk slowly towards him, “never in your wildest dreams Leonardo” “Feisty…? My type” I feel a sting on my neck and that's when I realized I was injected, my vision starts getting blurry and my head becomes dizzy, “wha…what di…did?” He rubs my head a little, “quiet now Isa” His ugly smile is the last thing I saw before my vision goes blank.

Hearing the sound of the vehicles passing behind my back and the constant chatting of people walking on the sidewalk, which the road was between the apartment building, some establishments, and stores. I also did not expect to meet him in front of the barbershop. The location was pointing in here. Am I going in or not? At the same time, the glass door opened, and a man came out with his thick beard trimmed. He was wearing a black bonnet on his head, three inches shorter than my height. He was wearing a thick leather jacket, and his black eyes looked at me for a moment. Waiting for what I have to say. “The barman is not here,” I said in a harsh voice, the words Gunther had given me as a code,

The weekend had been nothing short of an awakening. Cassie had barely stepped through her door Sunday afternoon before collapsing into her bathtub, letting the warm water swallow her whole. The scent of lavender swirled in the air, but all she could think about was Nicholas. His fingers, touch, tongue, and mouth. The possessive way he made love to her like the world would end with the loss of her body.

My tycoon husband was a charmer. But I never worried about it. Not when I still remembered throwing myself in front of a car to save him, losing both my legs in the process. Sebastian Walker had promised he would love me for the rest of his life, even if I could never give him a child of my own. When I was rushed into the hospital after the accident, the doctor said my spine couldn't handle the weight of a pregnancy. If I ever got pregnant, my back would break. So Sebastian made the call himself. He cut back on how often we were intimate, and he even set aside his pride as a man to get a vasectomy. Everyone said I was the one thing that mattered most in Sebastian's life. I believed it t

I shook my head. “No. That is what they expect. They expect a defensive counterattack. They expect me to be rattled. To be concerned with protecting my assets. They do not know that my greatest asset is the one thing I can’t protect with men and guns. Her.” My thoughts drifted back to her, her face filled with that beautiful, trusting innocence. The memory of her soft gasp against my lips was a fuel to my fire, a dangerous reminder of what I had to lose. Ivan, who had remained silent until now, spoke for the first time. “What are your orders, Don?”I took a deep breath, the cold rage in my chest a familiar, welcome companion.