Novels by Ink Shadow

Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha

Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha

Devon was pissed. Beyond pissed. I didn’t know what to do about it. I hated the thought of him being angry with me, but I couldn’t undo what I did. I also couldn’t explain that the only reason I’d done it–as little sense that it made–was because I was upset about him and Amelia. I also definitely couldn’t tell him that I was thinking of him the entire time. Either way, I’d texted Harris that it was a mistake and that we couldn’t see each other anymore. He was nice, which didn’t surprise me. As was Natalie. I’d told her the truth–that I didn’t like her and that I’d hooked up with her brother. I also asked her not to tell anyone, even though there were some serious rumors circulating the school after everything that happened in the hall with the screaming match with Devon. Thankfully, this school was really bad at Chinese whispers, so it had gone from me possibly being gay and fucking some dude to me possibly being into vampyres and running off to secretly marry one. Perha

Fuck. That was the first coherent thought I had when I woke up. Amelia was beside me, completely naked, and I was completely naked…. And last night at the dance, including after the dance, was somewhat of a blur, but I was pretty sure we had sex. Unprotected sex. A few times. Worse yet, my head was hammering…. Hangovers were the worst. “Morning,” said Amelia, kissing my shoulder. “Morning,” I replied with a half smile. “Do you, uh…remember….” “You don’t?” she laughed. “You were great, don’t worry.” That wasn’t the part I was concerned about. “Did we, uh….” “Have sex?” she asked. That much was obvious. The entire room smelled of sweat and cum. “No, I mean…. I kind of remember that part.” “Kind of?!” She playfully slapped my arm. “I should be offended.” “No, no, you were great too…. I was just wasted.” “Oh, I was going to remind you,” she purred. “By all means, you can do that,” I replied. “I just mean, uh, we

After dancing for a while, we met back at the table. Natalie didn’t seem to notice how her brother and I were dancing, but still, she seemed quiet. Eventually, Amelia and Devon joined us. Devon had, apparently, snuck a flask into the ball and was drinking it. Amelia too. I should have figured by how they were acting. I wanted to take it away from him, but I knew he’d only react negatively if I did, and he was having a good time…even if he seemed kind of hammered. So, instead of taking the alcohol away, we all agreed to leave early. I helped Devon get back to our room, where he kicked me out so he could be with Amelia alone, and then I went back to Natalie’s considering I wouldn’t have anywhere else to sleep with those drunkards likely fooling around all night. It was clear that something was going to happen between them and it bothered me, but even sober I was fairly sure something was going to happen tonight - at least judging by what they texted to each other an

Devon was right. By the time the Winter Ball came, my wound hadn’t quite made the transition from gorey to sexy just yet. It was still puffy around my eye and bruised in several places, some of which didn’t even make sense given that he’d hit me directly in the nose. Somehow, both my eyes had ended up black underneath, like he’d decked both my eyes out. Either way, it was horrific and not sexy or hot whatsoever, which didn’t matter considering the person I wanted to go with was going with someone else. Devon cleaned up nice. He looked handsome with his dark hair styled backward and neat for once; along with the tailored suit he’d rented, and the cologne he wore which was making my wolf near animalistic. I felt feral for him, not that I could show it. I kept thinking about the other day when Rule had attacked me and how quickly Devon had come to my rescue. Sure, Harris had too, but Harris was like a puppy compared to Dev’s wolf. He’d gotten so protective and growly