Sinful Ink Novels & Stories

’’ His dark eyes were wild, burning with an intense heat that left me utterly breathless, my lips swollen and wet. He didn't say another word after even though it felt like he was about to. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a pen and tore a piece of the paper Derek had threw at him. His own work and scribbled something on it before sliding his hand down to the pocket of my dress. His rough knuckles brushed against the sensitive skin of my hip as he shoved the note deep inside. He patted my hip once, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. “See you around, Mrs Vance.’’ he whispered, his voice dripping with sinister confidence.

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

“Niko?” I nod. Sinful claps his hands together, making me flinch. He’s stepped closer to me; so much so, I can smell the scent he emits. It’s an intoxicating scent of pure jasmine, so heady it’s making my head spin. Again, it’s something from another world entirely, twisted in to take my mind in its control. “You have interrupted our meeting tonight, but I can’t say I haven’t been entertained,” Sinful says, his smiling telling all.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

As the hours passed by, he was appreciating the absorption of words of wisdom into his way of thinking. He found himself reading and re-reading certain phrases. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12." Rye memorized the words until it felt imprinted on his heart and mind. "Then he adds: Their sins and lawless acts I will remember no more. Hebrews 10:17."

Deep inside the pattern, where the stone was thinnest, warm light leaked through. Selina lifted the coupe and drank. The house gin was soft, the tonic bitter and clean, the lime a small bright plot twist. She put the glass down and watched the cove churn. She could feel it, a restless ribbon under her calm. It had followed her across continents, from a neat desk, from a careful life. A need to step over a line that no one else would see. A match struck on the other side of the screen. The rasp was intimate, the glow an orange coin in the dark. A man’s voice followed, low and accented, as if the vowels had been dipped in smoke.

She replied, "The red ink pen in the office." I started laughing harder. "You mean the indelible red ink pen in the office that will not come off." She looked horrified and then started laughing hysterically. "Just please fuck me good for my attempt to be creative." I did. Brittney's personality always kept me off balance. Most people have a business face and a personal face. Brittney's was more than that. One day I bought three yellow roses from a peddler at a stoplight. When Brittney came home the roses were in a small crystal vase on the kitchen table.

A sharp knock on her door yanked Selena from her reverie. "Ms. Vasquez?" a hesitant male voice called through the door. "Mr. Xavier says it's time to leave." Selena sighed, setting down her lipstick. "I'll be right there," she called back, giving herself one final appraisal in the mirror. The crimson gown she wore was a statement of defiance—blood-red and daring, with a neckline that plunged just low enough to be remembered, and a slit that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of leg when she walked. Her dark hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, adorned with a single diamond clip that caught the light when she moved. If she was to be Xavier's trophy tonight, paraded before the criminal elit

“He would believe it.” “Of course he would.” My eyes gleamed. “Because he already wants to.” I moved to my desk, pulling a drawer open. Inside lay sealed vials, each filled with a different ink — some tainted with Seraphin blood, others with shadow essence. I selected one, the red glinting faintly in the candlelight. “This,” I said, holding it up, “is how we bind truth to lies. Even a Lord’s gaze cannot tell the difference when the blood sings the right note.”

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.