Intimate Ink Novels & Stories

Two months into my cold war with Sean, the lover he’d been keeping finally danced her way right up to me, the real deal. Everyone expected me to react the same way I always had before, kicking up a huge scene to stake my claim. Instead, I looked at the intimate photos of Sean and her in the group chat, smiled, and sent them my blessing. [Looking good. Wishing you two a long and happy life.] The chat went dead silent. Sean must’ve sobered up from his little paradise because in the middle of the night, he drove home and pounded on my door. He was furious. “Do you think this is funny?” However, I only met his gaze calmly. “Honestly, after all these years, none of it is.”

Aysel Saat, a struggling webtoonist gets kidnapped by a powerful man on her date with her newly found crush. One mysterious name which could shake up the whole Europe _ Triple E boss. The man was unknown but the intimate touch between her thighs felt familiar. "W- what do you want from me?" She quivered while questioning him. "My dear, you have committed a big mistake by depicting me as an incompetent man, who couldn't even satisfy his woman." He trailed thumb on his lips as something evil flickered in his sharp silver orbs. "I want you to experience the truth, to write it accurately." Ekai stepped forward towards the wrist tied woman. (Completed) - Check out, Alpha's Wrong Mate Mark

I woke up, and I was 28 again. I had twin heirs, and my husband was Santino, Veridia's most feared Mafia Don. He sat at the head of the Commission of the Five Families. His sharp profile was a fixture on the cover of the underworld's most exclusive magazine for several consecutive issues. Even the oldest Valerian families were lining up to offer him their daughters. All the women in Altoria envied my good fortune. But the first thing I did after waking up was pick up the divorce papers, the ink still fresh, and handed them to his childhood sweetheart, Jessy. "My lawyer will handle the divorce. The properties and assets are yours. Santino is yours. The children are yours, too." Sitting across from me, Jessy couldn't believe it, her eyes wide with shock. "Are you crazy, Alessia? Is this some kind of trick?" "How could the woman who has been Donna for six years give it all up so easily?" I lowered my gaze, my tone calm. "Since they all prefer you, I figured it was time to step aside." "Just have Santino sign it and press his signet ring into the wax seal." "Once the divorce is final, I'll leave Veridia for good." This time, I would not make the same mistake. I would never again be a Donna in name only.

Lana wants to disappear from the world after scandalous rumours were spread about her by her best friend and ex-boyfriend who had been cheating on her. When she stumbled on a website offering a job as a live-in tutor somewhere far away. Lana grabs that chance to disappear. Everything seems nice and calm on the surface until the bloody ink of her pen touches the contract, and she finds herself thrust into another world she never knew existed— Werewolf and Monsters. Alpha Ronan is not only ruthless but extremely cautious when it comes to protecting his pack. After a chance meeting with Lana, he finds out that she is his destined mate. He brings her over to his house under the guise of tutoring his daughter, knowing fully well that she wouldn't be able to leave the pack. He doesn't care about the matebond because she is human and presumably weak, but he wouldn't let her go as well because she still belongs to him. Not until he realizes that his two brothers are also in love with her, and they are more than willing to claim her as his. Now, he has to contend with his personal feelings and traditions because he wouldn't let anyone close to her. She belongs to him!

I found an old quill in an antique shop and decided to buy it since I have always wanted to write with quills. However, as soon as I touched the quill to the paper, I was transported into the book. I wasn't the only one there, though three males who always hide their identities behind masks were in the book with me. They claim the quill belongs to them, and I must return it. Since I refuse, they follow me into every book I go into. One day, I was debating which of my mature books to write when I accidentally spilled the ink onto my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The only way they'll help me out of the book is if I give the quill back, and there is now a fourth. As I go through more of the book with them, I start noticing things. Things I had never planned for in my book, and it concerned me because even though I hadn't written those parts yet, none of the other stories I had used the quill on had ever gone that off track. However, when we tried to leave the book, it wouldn't let us back out. It seems we're stuck in the book until we finish all 1001 Dark Tales.

​"Your father doesn’t own you anymore, Velvet… I do. Every breath. Every moan. Every dripping inch of you. ​I’ve spent years dreading the return of the Wolf. ​To the world, Xavier Mattoe is my stepbrother. To me, he is the predator who has been stalking me from the shadows since I was a child. Now that I’m eighteen, the game of cat and mouse is over. ​When the Bratva storms our gala, the mask finally slips. My father didn't just lose his money; he sold my soul to settle a debt. But Xavier has a different contract. One signed in ink, blood, and a "Velvet" obsession that borders on insanity. ​He’s taller, darker, and more dangerous than any Russian hitman. And he has a choice for me: The gun or the ring. ​I thought I wanted to be free. But as the world burns around us, I’m starting to realize that the only thing more terrifying than being Xavier's prisoner... is wanting to stay. ​He is the villain of my story, and I am his filthy little secret READY To BURN FOR YOUR STEPBROTHER?💋 (One click and you’ll never escape his touch.)

Warning! Mature Content! “You enjoy provoking me, don’t you?” He said through our busy lips. “Ever since the first time you walked into my office, you’ve done nothing but test my patience. And the second time we met, you punched my face.” I giggled as I bit his lip before pulling away slightly. He squeezed my waist at the action. “I do.” Kura, one of the directors of Runner Studios, is known for her talented work and a knack for not following rules. Nile, the CEO of their own family company. He was of Russian, Japanese, and American descent, known for his androgynous beauty and his cold personality. The first time they met, the two immediately clashed and hated each other right away. But one intimate night changed between the two of them…

Two years after a devastating accident left her husband Vincent unable to fulfill her intimate needs, Camille Rowan Jasper finds herself trapped in a sexless marriage. When Vincent's two best friends arrive for an unknown visit, he makes an unthinkable proposition He said he wants them to satisfy his wife since he cannot. Shocked but tempted, Camille surrenders to desire with both men, only to discover nothing is what it seems. Vincent has been hiding his recovery, Kieran harbors dangerous obsessions, and Nikolai isn't even Vincent's friend but his vengeful half-brother. They all have their bad agenda against Camille, and one at a time, Karma breeze will blow and their Ass will open…. But the question is, wouldn't it be too late for our dear Camille.

Yesha Elaine Valdez has always lived a life dictated by survival—quiet sacrifices, buried dreams, and nights filled with desperate wishes for something more. She never expected those wishes to be heard. And she never expected them to be answered. On a storm-drenched night, a mysterious contract finds its way into her hands—one she doesn’t remember signing… but bears her name in ink darker than black. Before she can make sense of it, he appears. A man cloaked in shadows. Beautiful. Dangerous. Inhuman. He knows her fears. Her desires. Her secrets. And worst of all— He claims her. Bound by a deal she never knowingly made, Yesha is pulled into a world where power comes with a price, and freedom is an illusion. The man who calls himself her collector is no ordinary being—he is something far older, far darker… a devil who does not ask. He takes. As Yesha struggles to break free from the chains of a contract that binds her soul, she finds herself drawn to the very creature she should fear. Because beneath his cruelty lies something fractured… something that looks dangerously close to longing. But loving the devil is never without consequence. And in a game where souls are currency, Yesha may discover too late— Some contracts were never meant to be broken.

I married Don Matteo in secret. Every time he fucked his childhood sweetheart, he promised me a real wedding，in front of the Five Families. For five years, Matteo promised me ninety-nine times. And ninety-nine times, he left me at the altar. The first time, Cecilia’s prize-winning show cat died. To comfort her, he postponed the wedding for three months. I stood at the altar alone, eyes red, trying to calm down the family elders. The second time, Cecilia threw a tantrum at a casino and shattered a hundred-million-dollar antique vase. He diverted the private jet meant for their wedding and rushed through the night to clean up her mess. And every time, right before our wedding, his childhood sweetheart would have some kind of emergency. I cried. I screamed. I even held a gun to his head. But Matteo would just pin me against the wall and shut me up with a cold, hard kiss. “She’s just a fuck. You are Mrs. Falcone. Have some goddamn class.” After the ninety-ninth time, I was finally done. I slid the papers across the table. The ink was still wet, the Falcone family seal stamped at the bottom. “Our marriage, our alliance—it’s over.”