Sinners Ink Novels & Stories

The cabin floor was solid under my feet, but each step made it feel smaller. Only then did I really see him. He was just as soaked as I was. Water dripped from the ends of his dark hair, trailing down the side of his neck. His black shirt clung to his torso, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, forearms marked with the same strength that had held me against him outside. Two buttons at the top hung undone, exposing a strip of skin and the beginning of a tattoo that started on his chest and climbed up toward his collarbone, disappearing under the damp fabric.

I knew for a fact that none of those prayers would reach heaven. Then the service started. Father John began slowly, his voice deep, infuriating, and commanding, filling every ear and heart. At first, I believed I could survive it. Maybe if I didn’t listen, maybe if I did not look at him, maybe if I zoned out, I would be fine. Maybe I could actually endure. And then he began. “Sin.” I gulped. “Begins as a small seed, unseen, almost harmless. But if you ignore it? It would destroy your soul.

Inspector Vaan filled her in with the victim details. "Huh? K University?" she thought to herself again. Judged by the victim's appearance, Jae Sung looks like the delinquent type. The victim dyed his hair olive green and wore a gold chain around his neck. Not to mention a brass knuckle was found in his trousers pocket. "Looks like he's involved in something fishy here, there are traces of white powders in his left trouser pocket". She poked out his left pocket. "But isn't K High School supposed to be a very prestigious school? Why would a thug like him attend that school?", Inspector Vaan asked her curiously.

"Son, I don't think referring to yourself as the devil is anything any Christian would want to do." I turned to face him, hating him already. Then reached out my hand for a handshake. "Father Reed, it's a pleasure to meet you." "And you're—?" Father Reed trailed off as he waited for my reply. "Damien Raeken." I clenched my fist, letting my gaze roam his appearance. "You did mention that God forgives all who sins. So…you mean, God would forgive every sinner who confesses their sins?" "Yes," he replied solemnly, but I wasn't sure that meant he agreed.

“He’s a projection. A ghost made of light.” The boy turned his silver stare on Maya. He tilted his head, sizing her up, almost scientific. “I am the Goodbye, Maya. My brothers and sisters left for the stars. I stayed behind. I have to collect the ink you used to change the story.” A sharp pain shot through Maya’s hand. The silver blood pulsed faster, dripping onto the cold floor. Wherever it touched, tiny silver flowers sprang up, their petals sharp as knives. “What ink?” Maya’s voice shook. “I gave you the map! I saved your life!”

see you both together!” She added. “Ink walked round and clapped Alex on the back “anything you want to tell me brother?” He asked. His eyes twinkled, like he knew exactly what he was going to say. “I’m claiming Bella, she’s my girl, she’s my Old Lady. I love her, and she has just moved in with me.” He explained, pride showing in his face. Tina squealed. “What wonderful news! Congratulations you two!” “Thank you, T, Bella doesn’t want to wear a cut, can you tattoo her please Prez?” “Sure, where are you thinking?” “I want it on the inside of my arm, running down to my wrist. Is that ok?” I looked to Alex for his approval. “Perfect baby, everyone will see that.” He smiled down at me. I loved

Walking away from the mangled body of Nickel was the last thing Ink wanted to do. He was full of impotent rage and the Hare had been the only outlet available. Not that the nasty little bastard didn't deserve every last inch of it. But now, Ink needed to find his captain and lover. Priest was out there somewhere, injured or worse. Nickel seemed to think he had managed to kill the captain. Ink wasn't so sure. Priest was tough. He'd come close to death more than once but always managed to slip through its grasp. This would be no different. It couldn't. Not now that Ink was ready to stop being a fucking idiot.

SINNER’S PRAYER (G×G) EVELYN HARPER & LUCIA VALDEZ EVE I have always known I was damned. Every Sunday I sit in the same pew, third from the back on the left, fingers worrying the rosary beads in my lap while Father Michael speaks of mortal sin and the fires that wait for the unrepentant. I nod along, my lips moving silently through the responses, but my mind is elsewhere. My gaze drifts to the stained-glass windows, to the painted lips of the female saints—lips I have imagined pressed against my own in the dark of my bedroom while I touch myself and then cry into my pillow afterward.

I am Lily, a writer of the darkest, most forbidden desires. By day—or rather, in the quiet hours when the world fades—I craft tales that twist pleasure with primal fear, where innocence shatters under the weight of monstrous hunger. My fingers have never known a lover’s touch. I remain untouched, a virgin whose body stays sealed away while my mind roams the shadows of lust. Every story I pen is an escape, a secret indulgence. The words I spill onto the page are my only release.

bad news. Then there were the others-the quiet ones, also the mature disciplined Men, who seemed to live in a different world altogether. They'd sit alone, drink their hours away, maybe trying to drown whatever hell they were going through. Always, minding their dear business, no touching, flaunting crispy new notes on our faces. Oddly enough, they were my favorites. Any girl here would tell you the same.