Semua Bab Red Ink: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Story Name: RED INKGenre: Romance and actionEpisode 1 (The beast within)The tall, dark and masculine man assessed the newly bought dagger in his hand, feeling the blunt edge with the tip of his index finger, his enigmatic eyes void of all emotions but one, 'Sai will love this. I have to give it to her. No one else's.' With that one thought in mind, he placed the dagger back in its belt, tucked it in his pocket and walked into the just drizzling rain. He walked, but walked without emotions. His face, carrying a blunt and aloof expression. Because then, everyone with an umbrella watched him as he strolled comfortably under the now heavy and cold downpour of rain, a blur as he walked down the road to the only place he wanted to be, at the Villa, Shafts Mansion--his mansion. He smirked. Sai looked out the window to the place beyond, a dark cloud forming at the horizon and the droplets of rain hitting the closed windows-- hoping for a day she would be able to step out ag

EPISODE 3 (SAI) It was that day in the Lounge, she was dressed so simply. Her thick black hair parked with a string to her neck, her edges so curled. She had a natural lip gloss on and her bright dark eyes could pierce into any soul, gouging out their emotions. She wore a silver wrist watch and her ears were decorated with tiny silver earrings. The ones that you could only tell they were there once they meet with the light---they sparkled so well. She was in a plain white gown and a simple strand of African coloured Chiffon scarf was tied round her neck in a very fashionable elegance and her little kitten heels made a domineering sound in the lounge as she picked up her tiny purse to meet with the person she had been expecting. It was then she passed Dillion and apart from her smile that captivated him, her faint bloomy perfume mixed with the faint scent of coconut oil from her hair threw him off guard as he turned to look at her. She could have known the face anywhere

EPISODE 5: The hunt He stood up and started pacing round the room, ignoring the men. "But come to think of it, if I killed you all it would have been nice cause I haven't tasted blood in a while." He slowly turned to look at their terrified faces, taking in the pleasure and then returned to his leisure pacing. "However, if I killed you, I would be short of hands and men... and I need men. So see," he smiled at them. "you are lucky." He bursted out laughing. The room was a bit dark and the light from the table lamp that laid on the floor— when it caught his face in the broken mirror, it reflected a scarred man. A quarter half of his right face wrinkled down to a part of his lower lip. When he saw his face, he frowned but didn't look away like he usually did. Instead, he stared right into his eyes which dilated and said, " I want you all to get that bastard for me. I want him alive so I can give him a living hell. I want to know who he is and the hell he haile

RED INK EPISODE 7:The Hunt 3 ~~ "We are here at Ford mansion, boss." Fred said as he opened the door to the limousine. Dillion stretched his legs, almost meeting Lorin's and dropped his tablet in a corner. When he came out of the car, the evening's cool breeze danced around his face, carrying along the smell of dampness and... grilled chicken. Food. He looked around, seemed like the entrance was at the adjacent angle where people were taking pictures. He turned to the vehicle and helped Lorin to her feet, gently taking her hand. "Thank you." She said, standing beside him. He looked at her, her shoulders were bare. She didn't carry the coat. He stretched into the car and picked up the coat from the seat. He shook it out and wore it around her shoulders. He extended his arm to her, offering it up for appearance. She couldn't contain her smile as she slowly but purposefully wrapped her arm in his. "Shall we?" He asked. She nodded. He

RED INKEP 9: Introductions "Wooooow!" Lorin whispered as they strolled into the interior of the party. The theme setting was a pale red and gold, mixed with some silver and glitters. The tables were all set in a fancy glimmer and the wine glasses were arranged so fancifully. She looked up at Dillion, he wasn't amused by the setting, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. From a table by her left hand side, she saw Larry Donas—he was making small talks with a beautiful blonde lady who sat beside him. There were about five people at his table; the table was large. In the ballroom, there stood nine to ten of that same table, all occupied by more people or less. "Where do we sit?" She looked around trying to find an available seat. Her hand was still on Dillion's arm, he didn't reply her. They watched a middle aged man walk up the podium with a smile on his face, dressed in fancy blue suit and a black shirt underneath. Black tie, black shoe, blue trouser. He s