Ink Login Novels & Stories

It was only for a minute and no one saw it! My face turns pale, words hang in my throat. I want to look at the face of this stalker, but Knox keeps me imprisoned for his brother. “Waiting to run my fingers along your pinkie was hard…” He lets a leg fall and slips his hand between our bodies to fulfill his fetish of touching my underwear. The back of his fingers graze my folds, sending a fresh wave of pleasure all over me. “Hmmm… yes…” His thumb touches myclit and I arch my back, trying to keep my trembling frame in place. “Yes…”

“Very well. But alliance with the Shadows comes at a price. Loyalty must be proven, not simply declared.” “What kind of proof?” “Blood. Pain. The willingness to sacrifice everything for the good of the organization.” Korin swallowed hard. “I understand.” “No, you don’t. But you will.” The leader gestured to two figures who had been standing motionless in the shadows at the edge of the room. They moved forward with fluid grace, their faces hidden behind masks identical to the Council’s. “The initiation process will test your commitment to our cause. Many do not survive. Those who do emerge… changed.”

(Cameron Point Of View) I scrolled through post after post on I***a, delighted when I lingered at a couple's post. They were so sweet that I almost pressed the plus button, but my hand was seized and I looked up at my beautician, who shook her head at me. "That's your primary account, you know you can't like people's posts without getting slaughtered by anti-ants," "I know that Natasha, thank you for reminding me, but just because I'm a celebrity doesn't mean I live to please everyone; I have a life, too, and I can like whichever post I choose to like,"

Thump-thump. I don't know code. I don't know encryption. But I know people. And I know Luca, the accountant, uses the same password for everything because he is a creature of habit and fear. I open the lid. The screen flares to life, casting a blue, ghostly light on my face. LOGIN. My fingers hover over the keys. They are trembling. Not from cold, but from the sheer weight of what I am about to do. V-I-N-C-E-R-E.

Kai was already sweating, his fingers darting across the keys, trying to fight back. Then, just like that, every screen blinked black. Seconds later, one by one, they flickered back on. All systems logged out. Lina's heart dropped. Her voice came out hoarse. "The server is being hacked!!"

Not to mention quite disturbing when he wants to be. "Sinclair. " I stop at the familiarity of that voice, gritting my teeth before turning around to see Karina walking towards us. "Hi, Brock. " She greets Brock who gives a small wave before stepping away from me. "I will see you later, Sinclair. " He winks as he walks away. Fucking coward. "Hey, " Karina greets with a smile, drawing my attention back to her and I lift my brows, "What the hell do you want?"

I'm really not strong. My father once told me that I should be able to keep this house as well as possible. This house is a testament to the harmony of my family. On the main door, the beautiful S H I N inscription is engraved. It was a gift from my father for my seventh birthday. however, that door is now gone. The S H I N door has been transformed into a large gold door filled with pearl knick knacks. Uncle and aunt had changed it in such a way, right after a week of my parents' departure.

“If you insist, fine. But I already warned you.” Hannah nodded. “I’m ready.” Hannah stood behind the chair. Kevin turned on the computer and activated a VPN. He went into incognito mode and typed a site into the browser. The login page appeared. Quickly, he entered the email and password written on the paper. The site opened. The interface was simple, with a white background filled with various threads. Kevin typed ‘Hannah’ into the search bar. [More than 1,000 results found. Display them one by one?]