The Ink Black Heart Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face unchecked. For the first time, all Ryan felt was disgust. He flung her hand aside. "Get out!" After that, Olivia vanished from Ryan's world, but suspicion gnawed at him, driving him to dig into her secrets. What he uncovered made his blood run hot with rage. Olivia's so-called heart condition had been a fabrication from the very start. She had never been sick. She never needed my mother's kindness. Every word she spoke to them had been an act.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

He had been right, she would break, her mind snapping like a pencil. Still naked, Carine crawled to where the poker she had cast aside lay and grabbed it, sitting up and testing the point with her fingertip. She had done a good job of sharpening the point and an insane thought entered her mind. She hauled herself to her feet and crossed to the wall. With an overwhelming sadness in her heart, Carine raised the poker until the point hovered over her heart, supporting it there as she started to run for the far wall.

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

A message appeared on her screen, bright enough for me to read from across the street: **[NEW UPDATE AVAILABLE: THE REBELLION CONTINUES.]** **[WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT TO KAIMA AND ROWAN?]** I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. The silver pen in my pocket—the one I thought had lost its power—suddenly turned ice-cold. "They're not done," I whispered. I looked down at the pen. A single drop of **Black Ink** was leaking from the tip. It didn't look like gold. It didn't look like violet.

“Eww don’t do that.” “Do what?” She flicked her fingers towards my body. “Get all excited about something that isn’t even there.” I ignored her dig. “Just tell me.” after a pause I added. “Bitch.” Athena actually let out a laugh at that. “Wow just because you said the b-word I will tell you.” She kept her coffee cup back on the table. “So a year back I went for this Halloween party. I was feeling low, like I usually do because I was away from home for Christmas, again. Anyways one of my friends made me dress up for this party and since I own all black clothes-” she pointed to the black crop top and black jeans she was wearing, “-I decided to be a Black widow.”

She dropped the pipe and slumped next to him, looking dazed. Someone screamed, and sirens wailed. Sylvia was arrested for assault with intent to kill. Jameson survived, but the blow had damaged his optic nerve. He was permanently blind. Fate, it seemed, had brought everything full circle. After all that, he was blind again. It was just like when Camille first found him—he was alone and with nothing. The Hart family could not accept a blind heir, so his father soon began choosing a new successor from the extended family and among professional executives.

His eyes burned with something I couldn’t fully describe. Anger. Deep anger. He opened his mouth to speak... “I'm here.” The voice cut through everything. I froze. Slowly… I turned and there he was. Luca. Standing a few steps away. My heart skipped. He wore a black shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top, the fabric clinging lightly to his frame. A dark coat rested over his shoulders, and his presence alone filled the space. For a brief moment, our eyes met and suddenly everything felt too overwhelming.

Lina suddenly said, as she gave Amaia a red, velvet envelope. “What’s this?” Amaia curiously asks her Boss. "Just open it." Amaia opened the velvet envelope. “You are invited for the black, white and red theme party of the century. This is for the Thanksgiving and Victory party for MORSE's latest album “Different Colors” which consistently tops the music charts. Please celebrate with us. See you at Club Z!" After reading the invitation, she looked at her Boss again... "Don’t tell me---?” Amaia wasn't able to finish her sentence when Boss Lina spoke again.