Parable Ink Novels & Stories

Jasmina said she understood that and asked her to say what she actually thought anyway. Sable said what she actually thought was that the color register Kira used for people with mismatched interiors, the amber-brown and the dark red and their variations, had a quality she'd been thinking of as a warning register, not a judgment, not a declaration, but a flagging, the way a body might run a temperature in response to something that needed attention. She said what struck her about the pale blue was that it had a completely different quality from that register, it had been soft and brief and had not come with the sustained intensity that characterized the amber-brown or especially the dark red

Chapter 23: Permission A peaceful night was spent in her room, she was painting, a bloody red paint was dripping down on her illustration board, it was a bloody red rose while the red paint was dripping in uneven length, it was light enough not to drop to the bottom, it was just enough to show that it was dripping like blood from each petal. She had her headphone so her attention was fixed on her painting. But something lighted up beside her and found her, she saw a notification. She cringe her forehead when it was a message.

My heart raced as Kara ran a hand over the necklace and then turned it over, seeing the word Mine clawed boldly at the back; she laughed and then let go of it, walking over to the mirror. "You're a naïve little human," she said while she started to apply pink lip gloss to her plump lip, which is far more worthy of Connor's kiss than my unattractive, thin lips. I should run away from her, knowing it was not safe being next to her, but instead I stayed by her comment. "Why do you say that?" I asked as she began to fix her perfect blonde hair, which makes me dislike mine even more. "Because werewolf as mate, and one day Connor will leave you for the one the moon bonds him with, and that necklac

He opened the black bag behind him, a leather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it. Countless grey papers crawled out of the bag, different imprints from different publishing presses on the headings. Though they mostly had the same news and sometimes copied themselves despite the copyright restrictions, it all felt different to my father. “Thanks, Mr. Hazel.” I collected the papers from him, giving him the spare change Dad had left on the dining table before heading for work.

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

A place thick with the scent of old ink and secrets. And there it was. Faint, but unmistakable. Jasmine’s scent. My lips curled. What business did a human girl have here? I traced my fingers along the rows until they brushed the edge of a leather-bound volume. Moonblood Records – Year 1897. The corner was worn, stitching loose, as if the book itself had been waiting for me. I slid it free, the wood groaning beneath its weight when I dropped it onto a table. Flipping through, I scanned the cramped ink — births, deaths, alliances sealed with blood. Until I got to the entry of a name.

My eyes search his for a chink in his armour, but he looks so sure. “Just friends,” he says. “And I’ll be your friend no matter what. I’m on your side, Anna, always. You can count on me.” I hear Riven’s footsteps in the hallway, and I’m too fucking proud for either of them to see me upset like a silly little cow, so I grit my teeth, shrug my shoulders and act like I don’t give a shit about Kennedy Warren anyway. “Fine,” I tell him. “Just fucking friends it is then.”

or was he not. • ...and we are many...many too identical... Red ink. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • RED INK EP 32: Where two roads shall meet and pieces begin to form. • • When Hither walked her to the elevator, he stopped and told her, "When you go downstairs, do not speak to anyone that you were at the top floor. No one. Not even to people outside of the hospital work force. Are we in accord?"

Jimmy asked, pointing to the coloured lake. “It is beautiful, isn't it?" Nylian smiled. "It is called the Colouribus Conspiratus, the colours of unison. Do you see that couple over there?" he pointed to two strange creatures with green skin and a long pink tail. "Every colour has a meaning, an emotion, for example, red represents anger, white, peace, and pink, love. When they bathe inside, they will stay together forever, despite all the emotions and all the obstacles that will come up in the future. "Now it's all pink." Jimmy widened his eyes. "They must be very in love."

Taking her bag from the floor she removed the map she had hidden ‘well that’s one of the perks of this map, it detects when enemies are approaching’. Raising an eyebrow Alfred inquired ‘how’? Opening the map, she showed them all what she meant. ‘Well this blue dot is us, when the bear was approaching there was a red dot’ ivory explained carefully. ‘So I’m guessing red dot means danger’ nara said smiling. ‘Yes’ ivory responded. Looking at indigo Alfred asked. ‘Can you help us all by cutting the ice bear after all we need to share it all’. Nara raised an eyebrow at Alfred, seeing Nara look, Alfred sighed then added.