Novels by Eternal ink

Nero ignored Lena as she kept swaying her hips by the closet in the pretence of finding a dress. He clenched his fist and stood up before he approached her.“What are you doing?” He questioned, and she stared at him with a confused look.“What?” Lena asked with a tone filled with innocence, and Nero wrapped his hand around her waist, and her body flinched.“Since when did you become a vixen?” He never imagined her doing this intentionally, and Lena shrugged her shoulder.“I think after I missed a bullet today, then I got more courageous to do things,” she replied, and Nero raised a brow. When did she miss a bullet? The bullet was never going to hit her as long as he was the one behind the gun.“Like meet up with the officer?” He questioned, and her eyes widened in shock. Did he know about her conversation with Otto today?“We made a deal, baby. Do you wish to break it?” he added, and Lena shook her head in denial. She never planned to accept Otto’s deal, and Otto also meant no harm wh

Sweat trickled down Lena’s forehead as she clenched her sweaty palms tightly, bracing herself for the pain of wherever she was be shot."That’s cheating!" Quero exclaimed angrily, snapping her out of her thoughts. Lena finally opened her eyes and scanned her body. Nothing. She wasn’t hurt. Then she noticed a few strands of hair on her shoulder and picked them up."He cut my hair," she muttered, frowning before glaring at Nero, who hurried toward her and grabbed her hand."Let’s leave," Nero said, pulling her with him and walking past Quero, who kept ranting about how Nero had cheated. But Nero paid him no attention."Bastard!" Quero spat, his voice laced with venom.Nero sighed, halting in his tracks. Slowly, he turned to face Quero, who stood there with clenched fists, clearly furious that his plan had failed."Right leg," Nero said coldly, and a loud gunshot rang out as the bullet hit Quero squarely in the leg."Ahh!" Quero winced and fell to the ground, clutching his leg in pain."

Lena sipped from her glass of wine, feeling she needed it now more than ever, but Nero’s piercing gaze remained fixed on her."I can’t share a bed with you," she said firmly, and he nodded as though he had expected her response."If you refuse to share a bedroom with me, how about we add another month?" Nero questioned, his tone cold and calculating. Lena pouted. Another month? That was a lot. She wanted to be out of his sight so desperately."You’re trying to make me soften up to you, yet you keep threatening me," Lena admitted, her frustration clear. Nero leaned forward, his intense eyes locking onto hers."Then teach me how to be the man you want," he blurted out, and Lena froze, shocked by his words. They penetrated her ears and heart with surprising ease."Nero..." she began, but before she could say more, a voice interrupted her."Nero!" A man called out as he approached them. Lena frowned when she recognized him. It was Quero. His expression shifted from surprise to amusement a

Lena followed Nero, and they arrived at a stable; there was a horse inside. He was Black and looked dangerous, so Lena had to take a step backwards.Nero pulled the door open and stood closer to the horse. “How have you been?” he asked, and the horse moved its gaze to Lena, who took another step backwards.“Don’t bother about her; she is scared,” Nero said, trying to tease Lena.“She judges a lot and must have judged you as well. Maybe she thinks you are dangerous because of how strict you look,” Nero added, and Lena shook her head in denial.“No, I didn’t judge him…or her.” Lena chimed in, gathered her courage, and took a step forward.“It’s just…just that I have never been this close to a horse or any other animal,” Lena explained, and Nero extended his hand towards her; she stared at it for a while before accepting it and walked closer.He wrapped his hand around her waist, and she flinched a little; she was both scared and nervous.“This is my horse, Nil,” Nero introduced, and Len

Dante took the old woman back to the mansion so she could be taken care of by the health personnel.And Nero had been sitting on the bench next to the pool just watching the water; he was in deep thought before Lena walked to the pool.She held a first aid kit, which she had gone through a lot of effort before she found one. “Uhm…” Lena pointed at Nero’s hand.The blood had stuck to his hand, and his injury was left open; it’s as if he didn’t feel any pain and even forgot he was injured.Nero didn’t reply; his gaze was stuck on Lena’s face… Unlike his mother, he couldn’t see Lena as Linda; he felt they looked very different even in looks.Lena was real; she was love, but Linda was the monster who had ruined his mother.Ignoring his silence and danger, Lena approached Nero and crouched before holding his hand, but he still didn’t flinch.She began cleaning the injury while shivering because she couldn’t imagine such an injury on her, but to her surprise…Nero didn't even flinch for once

Mrs. Nera had a smile on her face when she tasted the food; it tasted so good. “Nero,” she called, and Nero’s gaze moved to her.“The lady who made the meal, is she your girlfriend?” She asked, and Nero nodded; Lena was his, and that was final.“That’s good. I am happy you found yourself a girlfriend who can take care of you…But don’t always argue with her, okay?” “And why didn’t you bring her to the mansion to introduce her to me?” She pouted, and Nero just stayed quiet; he hardly exchanged words with his mum because he knew anything he told her now, she would forget it in the next hours… All she remembered was his face, so it was okay.Lena walked to the table angrily, her gaze focused on Nero. “Where is Dona?” she asked. Was he trying to win her over by killing people?“Where is the plate?” Nero asked instead; she had left to get an extra plate.“When will all the killing stop? How do you even sleep at night?” She scolded, and he clenched his fist.“Sit down,” Nero muttered; he ha

Hazel chuckled in disbelief; he was one to question her when he just walked in with Selene.“I met up with Damon; we talked about his dad,” Hazel explained, and Coyle nodded.“I know you care so much for my family, but I don’t feel comfortable when you meet up with Damon,” he explained, and Hazel nodded.“I understand. I won’t meet up with him again,” she said.“Good…so did the doctor check up on you?” He asked, and she had a nervous smile. She had totally forgotten about the doctor and went to meet up with Damon.“Let’s go.” Coyle held her hand, and she frowned.“Where?” “Hospital,” he frowned when she stopped moving, so he carried her in his arms as she kept flinging her leg.“I am fine, Coyle; just let me be.”“I am not sick,” she tried convincing him, but to no avail, as he pulled the car door open and made her sit before driving away.“I assure you that I am completely fine… Yesterday I just felt nauseous and vomited,” Hazel kept explaining, but Coyle turned a deaf ear to her an

Hazel returned to the mansion and was all lost in thought, she was wondering if Selene could have bad intentions towards the family.“This is so twisted,” Hazel sighed, and her thoughts got interrupted by the loud clattering sound of dishes in the kitchen, so she quickly headed there, and to her greatest surprise, Sven stood there surrounded by breakable plates.“Oh my…” Hazel hurried to the kid and lifted him up before rushing to the sitting room.“Are you okay? Tell me where it hurts.” Hazel was all paranoid as she kept scanning the kid’s body, but he simply pushed her hand away.“I am fine.” Sven frowned, and Hazel shook her head in denial.“What do you mean? What happened?” Hazel asked.“I just wanted to warm water for coffee; it’s not my fault that your slab is so high and the dishes fell off,” he snorted, and Hazel was confused; why would he ever want to do that?Her gaze shifted to his right leg where she noticed a scratch “I will be right back”She hurriedly got the first aid

Hazel returned to the sitting room with two cups of coffee and one cup of warm milk for Sven. she shoved the coffee towards Muna and one to Sam who smiled at her.“Thanks dear”Haze didn’t reply, she walked to Sven with the cup of milk “Here”“Why are you giving me milk?” Sven asked, and Hazel was confused; if not to drink, then what else?“You don’t like milk?” she questioned, and Sven shook his head in denial.“But I didn’t ask for milk”—that was the kid’s reason, and Sam walked towards them.“Do you want to receive a beating?” Sam questioned, and Sven quickly shook his head in denial before he took the cup of milk from Hazel and walked to Muna.“Do you have difficulties with the kid?” Sam asked, and Hazel sighed heavily and folded her arms below her bosom.“Please, I really don’t want to exchange words with you.”“And I am not here for that.” Sam assured Hazel “Yesterday you made me realise my mistakes and how unfair I have been to my nephew… I owe you a lot, Hazel."“You are a goo

Coyle parked the car in front of the mansion, and his gaze shifted to Hazel, who kept avoiding eye contact with him.“Hazel,” he called, and she turned her gaze to him, and he noticed her face was wet from tears, and he felt his heart squeeze seeing his wife in such a condition.“I shouldn’t have spoken to Muna that way.” Hazel muttered; it was just the heat of the moment, and now Muna must feel very bad and very angry at her.“She will be fine, come.” Coyle walked down the car, but Hazel didn’t.So he pulled her car door open and carried her in his arms, and she wrapped her hand around his neck; she felt more comfortable this way.“I am sorry, Coyle. I should understand you more than everyone, but I don’t,” she confessed, and he kissed his teeth.“You do, baby,” he assured her before they walked upstairs to the bedroom, and he placed her on the bed.She was looking so tired, so he tucked her in the bed and rubbed her cheeks. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, and Hazel shook her head in de

Hazel was done freshening up and walked out of the bathroom when she bumped into Coyle; he had been standing by the door waiting for her.“Uhm...hey.” She was so nervous because of how they ended things at his office and turned to walk past him when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.Hazel flinched and grabbed onto her towel, which was at the verge of leaving her body. “What…what are you doing?” Hazel stuttered, and he raised a brow.“Do I need a reason to want you close to me?” Coyle questioned, and she shook her head in denial.“I need to leave; I am sure Muna hasn’t eaten the entire day, so…”“I should have told you.” Coyle chimed in, and her brows furrowed.“I should have told you about Arthur and my plans,” he added, and Hazel nodded; he should have, but he didn't.“Why didn’t you?” She questioned, and he let go of her hand.“Maybe because I didn’t want you to dampen the fire in me, to make me forgive and let go.” He knew that was the type of person she was; she would have

Hazel drove back to the mansion and was visited by an unexpected scene. At the entrance of the house were Tasha and Mia in a heated argument.She could hear them yell from her car.“Hazel is my best friend, and I have every right to be here; as for you…you have no right,” Tasha scolded, and Mia chuckled.“You must be stupid for saying that. Do you really think I have no right to be here?” Mia asked, and Hazel sighed.She parked the car and walked towards them. “Hazel,” they both called in unison, and she frowned.“Seriously, what’s this about?” Hazel questioned angrily.“You are both adults but keep arguing every time you meet; don’t you both have more productive things to do with your lives?” Hazel scolded as tears rushed down her cheeks, and they both stared at her in disbelief.“What’s wrong, baby?” Tasha hugged Hazel tightly as she kept crying; she rubbed her hair and cleaned her tears.“It’s okay; I am here now, and I will take care of it. Just give me names.” Tasha said angrily,