Inkitt Novels & Stories

I sounded petty, but I didn't give a fuck! Kai nodded before answering, and again, a smile formed on his face, and a sparkle that I hadn't seen in his eyes before gleamed. “Yes, that’s Arryn. He works as an intern in the hospital, which is where I met him. He’s handsome, right?” I snorted and finally let go of the tray on the counter. He gave me a puzzled look before looking me in the eyes. "There is not much to look at from here," I replied to his lingering question. His expression morphed into a smile.

Kyle rushed through his morning meetings and tidied up some stuff so that he wouldn't have to be back for a long time. He couldn't wait to get back to his little pain in the ass, princess. He touched his inside jacket pocket to make sure the box from Harry Winston was there and patted the packages on the seat next to him.

His dark smiling eyes blend so well with his killer smile. "So," he hoists himself on the counter. "You are Trent's new house help?" He seems like a nice guy so I say in a low tone, "unfortunately..." He laughs. "I fancy funny females!" I just respond with a smile and go on cleaning the dishes. "I'm Jesse Linkard," he introduces himself, smiling at me. His name rings a bell but I can't recall where I have heard it from. "I'm Becca." Trent enters the room but I ignore him and continue talking to his friend.

What was it called again? "What's the name of the city again " I asked Venetia who stood by my side. I was a little taller than her. " Naal city miss" she answered. "Would you please stop calling me miss. My name is Aria" I Said to Venetia whereas I wasn't born with " miss " as my name. "I'm sorry Miss Aria" she said and I rolled my eyes. My eyes caught a beautiful garden, it has many beautiful flowers with different kinds colours. Morning glory, sunflowers, roses, lilies. It was so beautiful and tall I could get lost in it.

I will see you tomorrow okay. [some loud, high pitch screaming, shrieking voices were coming from the backgrounds] Jerika: What’s that? Is someone’s… puppy dying? Martin: No… it’s a g… girl Jerika: Why is she making such voices? Martin: Apparently she is crying Jerika: Why is she crying? Is she in pain? You know what you should help her Martin: I really can’t Jerika: Why? Martin: Well because I am making her cry Jerika: Why would you do that?

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.

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

“I didn’t bring anything did i?” “No” Alex agrees “but I called ahead and we have a maid called Hannah and she is your age, she went shopping for nightwear and something she called ‘joggers and comfies’ for you as you will be indoors for a while recovering” Well the first thing I want to do is kiss Hannah for knowing exactly what I need. The second is to laugh at my brother and how confused he is by my potential outfits. I realise my brothers probably do not know a thing about teenage women.

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

RED INK EP 17: THE ACT OF TYING A KNOT • • The mansion was huge, made of marbles, limestone and gravels. This gave it it's colour as it wasn't painted, making it a stone house from the outside. It stood full height, about one-third of a land mass that could take four minutes drive from the house to the gates. The compound was that wide and far. There were two golf carts on the land used to move around from one course to the other. Aside those two vehicles, there was a garage close to the mansion where cars were parked. The compound was also covered with trees, flowers and shrubs. It was an old beautiful house.