Sinners Ink Novels & Stories

Placing my head in my hands I closed my eyes and listened to the ducks quack, I hear the screeching of impatient drivers pass by. I said, "ego te accipere donum." ------- [Chapter quote: " all the clouds in me are raining"- r.h. Sin]

The girls looked like sisters of friends; they giggled girlishly and waved their hands in their hair. “Hello handsome,” one said. “Hello handsome!” the other one said and then fell on me. The first one drew her back into herself with a chuckle. “Forgive my sister. This is how excited we get when we see someone handsome and we can’t help it, you know?” “You’re drunk,” I said to her. “And so? We want to fuck you; that’s sane enough.” I was so confused and lost. “What?” “I mean, if you aren’t into the both of us, you can just take me.” the sister started to protest and the first one immediately added: “If you’re into the kinky shit, you should take the both of us. Most men like us together at a

Guilt weighed me down, and I couldn't drag my legs to the estate to see them. I knew my parents were alive and well. I intended to keep it that way – three, six, ten years from now. I got to work immediately. Now, I crossed the room wearing a simple cotton gown. "Let's see" I mumbled, bending a bit to pick up the files. I skimmed through them quietly, my eyes drinking in the content. The Sins were seven, but only six were documented. I knew of Roderick Blackstone, Sin of Greed, Fabio Rabbia, Sin of Wrath.

“Not from fear… no. You’re shaking because this sweet little body knows exactly what it wants.” His free hand slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, tilting her head so her throat was exposed. He dragged his open mouth along the side of her neck (slow, wet, deliberate), teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp, tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. “You smell like sin,” he growled against her pulse. “Like warm honey and fresh rain… and like you’ve been dripping for me all day while you scrubbed my floors.”

I frown, “It’s weird.” “He is a professional, Heaven.” She laughs like I’m being dramatic but seriously, Uncle Jax is even more strict than my stepdad is. His kids—my cousins live a very secretive and controlled life, thanks to the man she wants to ink me. “Jaxy has been inking people since before you were born and he is excellent at it, You’ve been talking about that little back tattoo for months so get it done, you’re practically in front of his shop.” She’s right, I will be in front of his shop. The tattoo parlour I was originally going to is across the street from his, they're professionals too, but like mom said, Inked by Jax is the best in the city.

So when my best friend told me her tattoo shop was running a discount, I jumped at it. Lena: Girl, 40% off today only. My boss is running it. Come get that ass ink you’ve been talking about. Private room and everything. I was already out the door before I could talk myself out of it. Ink & Sin was tucked into a dimly lit corner of the city, the kind of place that screamed trouble in the best way. Blacked-out windows, blood-red neon sign, and the low thump of heavy music vibrating through the walls. My heart hammered as I pushed open the door. The scent of antiseptic, leather, and something darker, maybe testosterone, hit me instantly.

Chapter One: Discovery (Nelson’s POV) I pushed open the bathroom door to take a piss without knocking and froze mid-step as I saw my Katricia, my stepsister, standing completely naked in front of the mirror. Water droplets raced down her smooth skin. Her tits were perky and full, stiff from the cool air, and between her thighs, her pussy was shaved completely bare. My mouth instantly watered at the sight. My eyes roamed hungrily all over her body until they landed on the tattoo inked right below her navel.

After all, karma was a bitch. “May I know whose blood this is?” Elise wasn’t as perturbed as her teammates. Instead, she continued to watch the twins as if she was not dealing with the two most dangerous men in the world but someone who she’d soon put behind bars. “That, Officer, is my blood.” Azael broke the tension in the air and Elise finally lost her composure. “Your blood?” “Yes. You see I was careless and injured my foot before you guys came.” “You got injured today?” Elise tone clearly depicted that she didn’t believe a word he said.

Raven secured my wrists in soft padded cuffs above my head, then spread my legs wide, fastening my ankles to the sides so my thighs were fully exposed and open. The position left me completely vulnerable, my pussy already glistening under the warm lights. He warmed the living ink between his palms. The scent was dark and addictive — black cherry, smoked vanilla, and something primal. He began at the top of my left thigh, the needle buzzing to life as he started the first delicate chain. The moment the ink touched my skin, heat bloomed deep in my core. I gasped, hips twitching against the restraints. “Describe it,” Raven ordered, never stopping the precise work.

She held the book—so she was the only one not tangled in the story, not yet. “The Auditor isn’t in charge here,” someone said. June spun around. Right in the middle of the empty page stood a man. He looked exactly like Gabe, but his eyes weren’t blue—they burned red, like the ink inside the book. “You’re not Gabe,” June said, clutching the book tighter. “You’re the name on the page. You’re the ink.” The Ink-Gabe smiled—a cold, sharp smile. “I’m the part of Gabe that the Market kept. The real Gabe is trapped in the Dark Void. But I have his memories. And I want to write a new ending.”