Parable Ink

When a heavily pregnant employee went into labour, the CEO rushed her to the hospital, leaving a billion dollar deal which surprised everyone. "Sir, we need your signature on the contract papers or we will take it to another company." "My wife needs me more than my ink on some papers!" The CEO gave a stunning reply. Even Ava was surprised to hear him call her his wife. That was the first time he claimed her to he his in public. The news of Ava Smith being his pregnant wife stunned everyone. How will the contract marriage unfold when there is no emotions but business purpose? And what will happen when there us a suspicious mafia that is hungry for their lives. To find out, read the story full of love, mystery, thriller, betrayal and suspense that will drive a rollercoaster of your emotions.

It started as a story. Just words. A fantasy, Elara wrote at night. A man she designed to be everything she craved for but never had. Marek! Obsessive. Possessive. Deadly loyal. Unapologetically hers. She never expected the knocks on her door when no one was there. The whisper of her name in an empty room. Or the scent of him. The one she only ever described in ink, lingering in her pillow. She thought she was losing her mind. Until the bruises appeared. Until her friends started disappearing. Until Marek stepped out of her pages… And smiled. Now Elara has to ask herself the one question that could shatter everything: Did she write him into existence…..or did he lure her into his?

During the year that changed my life, my high school homeroom teacher called me to the corridor and asked if I was the heroine of the dirty scandal that shook the whole school. “I know you’re here on a scholarship because of your family’s underprivileged background, but you can’t just do anything for money!” As everyone threw me strange looks, she continued smugly, “Don’t deny it. The mole on the girl’s neck is just like yours!” I calmly wiped off the ink stain on my skin, revealing my unblemished neck. My teacher turned red in the face. Unfortunately for her, I had been reborn. This time, I was not going to fall into the same traps.

Soulmates. Everyone, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, would have the names of their soulmates appear on their left or right wrist in a light grey ink that turned red when you meet them. Should your soulmates die then their name would turn white. *** *** Luca stood staring down at the water below him as he stood on the thick cement railing of the bridge. Looking down at his wrists he traced the names Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of his soulmates who he had yet to meet. “I’m sorry,” He sobbed. “I can’t do it anymore. You both will be better off without me, you don’t need me… I’m nothing…”. “Goodbye.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took a deep breath then jumped in.

I loved Killian Joe for ten years. I married him when he was nothing—fought for him, covered his mistakes, and built his empire beside him. But he repaid me with betrayal: a mistress, a child, and silence when I begged him to choose me. Now he wants me to stay. But I didn’t walk away to be begged. I walked away to win. I’m not the girl who cried behind closed doors anymore. I’m the woman who owns the building. And the man I once loved? He’ll have to watch me become the thing he fears most— Untouchable.

Michel Mathieu, héritier d’une lignée controversée et homme d’ambition froide, commet l’irréparable dans un accès de vengeance longtemps prémédité : il élimine un à un tous les membres de la famille de son rival, dans une opération aussi méthodique que sanglante. Ce bain de violence, qu’il justifie par des années d’humiliation, de trahison et de conflits d’héritage, laisse derrière lui un silence glacial. Tous ont péri… tous, sauf une. La femme de l’héritier, jeune épouse étrangère aux querelles anciennes, témoin malgré elle de l’effondrement d’un empire. Michel avait prévu de l’abattre elle aussi. Mais lorsque leurs regards se croisent, quelque chose cède en lui. Un trouble. Un vertige. Le coup ne part pas. Dans le chaos qu’il a lui-même orchestré, Michel tombe amoureux. D’elle. De sa fragilité, de sa force contenue, de ce qu’elle représente : un monde qu’il n’a jamais eu. Elle devient l’exception, l’ombre vivante dans un tableau de morts. Mais peut-on aimer quelqu’un qu’on aurait dû tuer ? Peut-on survivre à un amour né d’un massacre ?

What hurts the most ? Shattered dreams, broken reality Or clipped wings? For Aarunya, she had already faced it all. With a pillaged soul and an abusive marriage where all her dreams were shattered in the game of his revenge, she was burnt into ashes inside the flames of his vengeance. But one crash is all it took for her hell to turn into the heaven which she never desired. An accident, a memory loss and the monster of her nightmares instantaneously turned into a beast passionately in love with her. Can Aarunya break the chain of her Cruel destiny or will she always be shackled inside the prison of Trayaksh Rajput, the Lucifer of her hell and the man written in her cursed fate? Can Aarunya transform into a phoenix from the same ashes of her destroyed self? Let's dive inside into the world of Rajputs to know. A story written with the ink of rue, redemption, pain, hurt, agony and most of all.... tragedy.

Ivy Sinclair never expected her father's last desperate move to be selling her off like a pawn—to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. Lucien Blackwood doesn't believe in love. But he believes in power, and marrying Ivy gives him just that—until the fire in her eyes threatens to melt the ice around his heart. Their vows are signed in ink and built on lies. She’s determined to protect her soul. He’s hiding demons that could destroy them both. But what starts as a calculated business arrangement spirals into a dangerous obsession. Secrets bleed. Betrayals burn. And when the past comes back with blood on its hands, their fragile union may be the only thing standing between survival and ruin. He owns her name. She could own his heart. But only if they don’t destroy each other first. In this house of fortune, love is the most dangerous currency.

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”

You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive. But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together. This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more. If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages. Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.