Ink Sans Novels & Stories

No matter how bad his workers are, they’re what’s standing between him and total defeat. A knock sounds on Joseph’s door just as he’s about to start venturing into the realm of how he can get his incompetent workers replaced with competent ones and still not lose the footing he’s gained over the years in the fight to win who’s no doubt Earth’s most precious person. “Come in,” he says and a handsome young man presumably in his late twenties,wearing a trademark grey Nike t-shirt and matching blazer with white pants enters. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Ian?” Joseph offers the young man a seat but he declines. Not many people can do that to him and get away with it, but fortunately- for Ian a

Incognito II The creature was in the figure of a man, but his features were strikingly different. He stood tall, around six feet, with a muscular build that exuded both power and grace. His skin had a subtle, dusky tone, and his eyes were a piercing, ice-blue that seemed to glow with an inner light. His hair, thick and raven-black, framed a face that was both rugged and handsome, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline.

I quickly put my things on the desk. "Get me a french vanilla hot coffee with almond milk from Dunkin Donuts" He pulled out his wallet and handed me a card, "This a company card for expenses use it. I need this coffee on my desk every day before 9, clear?" he says slowly as if he was talking to a child. "Yes sir" I smiled at him warmly. "Go on then" He snaps waving his hand in the air and I grab my bag and head downstairs, what happened to the nice guy I met last week. He's was so intentionally mean and grumpy.

Her left hand slapping her knee. "There's two of us, that's more than enough to sort out the bags." I laughed, calmly grabbing her shoulders, to relax. Cassandra was major OCD when it came to her property, a drink without a coaster, is no drink at all. "Yeah, but you never do it right, you put the Nikes with the JDs, who does that?" She asked incredulously, looking at me with a small smile. I glared at her. "Well then." I muttered, slouching in my seat.

Inessa gazed at her ,like a lifeless statue that how could a person even think about something so brutal. "So I just want to kill you. It's just simple as that because I know till you've life inside your body, he will continued to remain a fucking Insane For You, Inessa, " Katherine spat at her venomously. And her words made Inessa's fear to get replaced by rage. "If you know that he's insane for me, then I guess you also know about his insanity which can cross every barrier of sanity for me, Katherine, " Inessa snapped back, making her to clench her jaw.

RED INK EP 28: Disposition • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ~~~~ Fred's point of view~~~ His motorcycle was a tough zandor 880 with over 1000cc and could travel sixty miles per hour. He chose this cruiser because it was light weight and was very practical. The lamps in front of it were dim because he made it so. His eyes needed to do the seeing and any light could put his target on watch.

Fernandes, handing Cally his ID. Cally took her cartoon and went straight out, and she still found Stephan waiting for her. "wow, you can get out of that door in just 4 minutes 58 seconds, you're great. I have to learn from you!" Stephan exclaimed enthusiastically, because there were no campus residents who could get out of the rector's room quickly. There was only reason to keep them there. And that is not good news for a girl who enters his office, like a hell that will burn body and soul, no one can wait to face the harsh words of Mr. Fernandes, an old fart who seems to have to be scorched from the face of this earth.

"Can I kiss you?" That was certainly not the kind of payment I had in mind. I furrowed my brows, searching his eyes to know if he was serious. "Not the way you think," Nolan chuckled. "It is only a kiss." Twelve blasted hells! A kiss in exchange for my life was a tiny price to pay. I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck. Before I could change my mind, I pressed my lips to his. He growled, pulling me closer to him. Nolan wrapped his arms around my back and waist.

Who looks like some kind of freaking Adonis. "If you're interested," she gives me a look that conveys- and who wouldn't be, "there's a website solely devoted to all things Roan King. And there are some seriously hot pics of him up there to drool over." Now that my Roan-King-haze has finally started to dissipate and my hormone levels are once again evening out, my brows snap together in total disbelief. "Are you telling me this guy created a website so he can promote himself?" Oh, that's going too far even for a gorgeous football playing god like him. I almost wince at my own unchecked thoughts.

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