Sinful Ink Novels & Stories

The heavy silver fountain pen felt weighted, like an anchor dragging her down into a lawless abyss. Agnes stared at the parchment laid out on the metal examination tray. The ink pooling at the nib wasn't standard black; it was a dark, iridescent crimson—synthetic blood-ink designed by the High Council to bind a fighter’s bio-metrics directly to a syndicate’s ledger. If she pressed her thumb to the glowing blue seal, Rhys Stormfang would legally own her athletic, professional, and public life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days. Her freedom would be liquidated to settle a ghost debt.

I kissed him softly, then deeper, tasting salt and sin. “I know,” I murmured against his lips. “When I’m with you, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe some sins are worth burning for.” We stayed there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms on the desecrated altar. Neither of us made promises about stopping. We both knew we wouldn’t. Some loves are salvation. Ours was beautiful, devastating, and unholy. And we would keep choosing it anyway, until the day someone finally opened the wrong door and our secret burned us both to ashes.

The air inside the confessional was thick with the scent of old wood, incense, and something far more dangerous—desire. I knelt on the threadbare velvet cushion, my knees already aching in the most delicious way. The black lace dress I’d chosen clung to my body like a second skin, the hem riding dangerously high on my thighs. At twenty-six, I knew exactly what I looked like: a sinner wrapped in temptation, dark waves of hair cascading over one shoulder, full lips painted blood-red, and eyes that had stopped pretending to seek forgiveness years ago.

Season 2 Synopsis of Sinful Escape By DB Novels She was betrayed. Framed. Broken. Now she’s reborn. After surviving the ultimate betrayal by her husband and lover, Sera Carter sheds her name, her face, and her past—emerging from prison as the ruthless and mysterious Arianna Vale. Love? That word died the day Raven and Ethan kissed in front of her cell. Now, she doesn’t trust. She doesn’t feel. She seduces, manipulates, and destroys. Every man she kisses, every deal she makes, every move she plans—is fueled by a single burning desire:

Austin When I’m inking her skin, I enter another zone where the normal world is dreamlike. My entire focus centers on the flesh beneath my fingers. Tattooing has always been my escape. With her, it’s different in so many ways—the softness of her skin, the shiver that occasionally passes along her back and shoulders, and the timbre of her voice. The dark swirls of my past infiltrate her skin just like the ink. But unlike the ink, she absorbs the darkness and turns it light. She’s playing havoc with my thoughts and this isn’t a good thing. She isn’t as malleable as she lets on.

My arms strung out, brushing against her waist as I discreetly pulled her back, nudging her boobs against my chest. "I'm thinking of the angle of the cross as it dangles in my face when you fuck me." I've never gotten hard that fast. "Mia." I warned, grounding my hands to keep them from fisting her hair, mouth on mine, tasting her. "I guess I'm no different." She clicked her teeth, turned in the other direction then bolted. I need a drink. Three weeks sober. Not. A. Single. Drop. Mia Dawson has me crawling back to the bottle in days. This woman has no clue about the power she held over me. ****

"You petty, controlling prick." I swiped the message, and a poem scrolled onto the screen in a font that looked like dripping ink: "Where the marble meets the mud, a scholar's light shall turn to blood. A pact is inked in secret sighs, beneath the mask of 'Holy' eyes. One shall fall so One may rise, fed by the Saintess' golden lies. A demon waits within the breath, of the lion who's cheated by a death. Save the spark or join the pyre; the Author's ink is made of fire."

Henry's face was filled with anger, his age olden lavender eyes red with anger as he spat. "What have you done, you ungrateful idiot."

The fountain pen’s nib scratched against the heavy vellum, a sound that felt like a blade scraping over bone in the silence of the fiftieth-floor office. Kael Ardent watched the dark blue ink bleed into the signature line, cementing a partnership that was as much a death warrant as it was a salvation. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, the city of Oakhaven was a blur of neon and rain, but inside, the air was stagnant, thick with the heavy, predatory scent of cedarwood and sharpening ozone.

*******************YEARS LATER****************** “ Selena Brook” the lecturer called out,startling Selena from her book. Fair, olive skin lets the sun rays paint glowy highlights on her cheek and bring out the moon tattoo, just below her ears, even more. Her jet black hair with large curly locks tousled to one side and her round eye with light grey iris looked up from a pair of heavily fanned eyelashes.As the topper of her class,she would answer any questions with confidence. But it seems useless now.