Novels by InkMademoiselle

Leia WelshThree Years Later! I turn to the side, glancing at my reflection in the floor-length mirror. A soft smile spreads across my lips as I take in the sight of myself—four months in, and I'm showing so much already. My belly is swollen, round and firm, and my breasts feel heavier, straining against the thin material of my white dress. It's a simple dress, but it hugs me in all the right places, and for a moment, I feel beautiful. My gaze shifts to the ring on my finger, glimmering in the light. A warm feeling spreads through me, wrapping around my heart like a cozy blanket. The large emerald stone set in a delicate, floral band never fails to make me smile. It's more than just a ring; it's a promise, a beautiful reminder of how far we've come. I remember the first time Kohl kissed me—the way his lips felt soft and sweet against mine, his scent filling my senses like my favorite cologne. How is it possible that I never want to be without him? I've never been the kind of girl

Kohl WarrenTwo years later.I stand a few paces away, taking in the scene before me. The air is fresh, filled with the earthy scent of damp grass and the faint sweetness of blooming wildflowers. Leia sinks down onto her knees, the patchy wet grass squelching beneath her as the moisture seeps into her dark black leggings. She places her hands on her thighs, fingers splayed out like she's grounding herself, and closes her eyes, inhaling deeply.I can see her shoulders relax a little with each breath in, and I wish I could reach out and comfort her. But I know this moment is hers, a private conversation with the past, so I quietly stand by and watch. The sunlight bathes her in a golden glow, making her black hair shimmer like fresh ink. She had trimmed it months ago, but those soft curls still cascade down her back, brushing against her waist.When she finally opens her eyes, the sun catches in her emerald irises, making them sparkle with a mix of hope and sorrow."Hi, Mom," she whisper

I haven't really had a chance to talk to Leia much today, just some casual 'hey's' here and there, but it's driving me crazy. I can't stop thinking about why she didn't tell them how terrible that cup was. I wanted to be by her side when Reese hilariously shot gramps with a nerf gun bullet. I wanted to be close enough to catch a whiff of her scent and tell her how beautiful she looked. I hastily throw on my long gray winter coat and head downstairs, eager to get outside. Without anyone noticing, I slip through the doors and feel the cold air hit me. The snow is falling gently, but I pay no mind as I walk down the street, my thoughts consumed by Leia. Only her. And damn it, I completely forgot to give her the gift I have tucked away in my jean pockets. I had planned to give it to her on her birthday, but something held me back. Maybe it was the fear of having my heart broken. And then today, I couldn't give it to her, because she's going to break my heart. "Hey, slow down, you wa

He told me he loved me, and I couldn't bring myself to say it back. It's not that I don't love him too, but the words just couldn't come out. My heart was pounding all night, and I couldn't sleep a wink. I kept wondering if I should sneak into his room and tell him, but my body wouldn't let me. I'm awful. I hear a gentle knock on the door, and in walks Margret, looking stylish with her one-sided braid and black loose dress. She sits on the bed, concern written all over her face. "Did you two have a fight? Kohl was so quiet last night," she asks, making me feel guilty as I sit up because I'm the reason why he was so quiet, I'm the problem."He told me he loved me," I confess in a whisper as the words just come out of my mouth without thinking. Margret lights up with joy, then her expression shifts to worry when she sees my lack of enthusiasm. "You don't feel the same way?" she questions. I feel safe opening up to her, even though it's strange considering she's Warren's mom. She t

"That's not fair," Reese pouts as I slyly move the cone to make it harder for her to score a goal on me. "Life's not fair, kid," I chuckle, enjoying the competitive edge in her ten-year-old glare. "I say kick him!" Leia shouts from the porch, making Reese burst into laughter. Leia walks over to Reese, looking effortlessly gorgeous, and I can't help but admire her beauty. "Wow, you're so pretty," Reese says, her eyes sparkling as Leia kneels down to her level. "Not as pretty as you," Leia replies, causing Reese to blush and hide behind her hair, showcasing her cute freckles. I can't help but grin as Reese focuses on the soccer ball and kicks it, sending it directly into my groin. I drop to the ground, clutching my balls in agony. "Oh, I'm sorry uncle Kohl," Reese says apologetically as she rushes over to me, attempting to perform CPR while Leia stands by, laughing uncontrollably. I shoot her a glare, but she just keeps on laughing. "Score before he's back on his feet!" Leia sho

As we pull up the driveway of Warren's childhood home, I can't help but notice how extravagant it looks. I have no idea what his mother does for a living, but it must pay well. The three-story house is painted in a classy beige and white color scheme, with windows that give it an almost regal appearance. The driveway is packed with cars, six in total, and not a single one looks cheap. Even Warren's black G-wagon takes up a lot of space, but there's still room for two more cars. It's basically an eight-car garage, and I can't help but feel a little out of place next to all this luxury. "Don't worry, everyone here is pretty chill, except for the potential showdown between my aunt and mom," Warren says nonchalantly, causing me to raise an eyebrow. He grabs my suitcase from the trunk of his car, and I follow him up the cement path lined with bushes towards the large modern black door. The sound of laughter seeps out from inside, making me a bit nervous. But as if sensing my anxiety, W