Aizen Drip Novels & Stories

But in a way that settles in her eyes. “Another time, little star.” My heart sinks. “Professor—” “Another time.” Her voice is gentle, but not dismissive or angry. Aries lifts his head, golden eyes blinking slowly. Almost apologetically. I want to push. Gods, I want to. But something tells me she has spent years carrying whatever memories live behind those eyes. And perhaps she’s not ready to hand them over. Instead, she smiles softly. “Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?”

I grabbed the jugs and set them there, then went back for glasses. I took a seat, placed the napkin on my lap, and picked up the cutlery. The first bite of egg was annoyingly perfect, rich and soft, just like last night’s dinner. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. I glanced up and froze. Aziel descended slowly, bare-chested, hair still damp from the shower, a thin line of water trailing down the center of his chest and disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. His shoulders were broad, lean muscle shifting easily with every step.

Azure was too embarrassed to say it. “Oh, I remember now. Here, take this,” Alex took a bottle out of his pocket and retrieved three red pills that looked as large as cod liver oil capsules, then placed them on the center console in the car. “What are these?” Azure asked. “Blood energy pills,” Alex said. “What do they do?” Azure asked again. “They help replenish your blood energy,” Alex answered. “But I don’t think I need that,” Azure said. “But you have renal deficiency,” Alex said.

It's impossible and I dribble a small amount down my chin. The dragon moves forward, which causes Betty to step back quickly. He sits on the side of the bed, takes the bowl and spoon from me, and wipes my chin with a small cloth from the nightstand. My mortification is complete when he lifts the spoon to my lips. "I will not watch you spill the hot liquid on yourself. You will eat and be well quickly. I order it. Now lean back against the pillows while I feed you."

I heard a voice ask. I shook my head, and shut my eyes, trying to calm down. “Here, have a bottle of water.” A bottle of water was pressed into my hand, I twisted the bottle open and took a long drink. Because even though I felt like I drowned and was brought out of the water, my throat was parched. I opened my eyes. I blinked rapidly, my vision swimming before slowly coming into focus. White light flooded my eyes from above, harsh and unfamiliar. I could fully focus on my surroundings now. A couple of people were watching me, curiosity and concern etched on their faces.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 2 "𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑..... 𝐴 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑛.....

She sat on the sofa. Pulled a blanket over herself. Opened a bottle of whiskey. And poured a small amount into a short glass. Tonight felt too long. Too painful. Too complicated. Across the street, in another tower, Aizen stood on his balcony holding a glass of bourbon. His gaze drifted automatically toward her apartment. The curtains remained open. He could see her silhouette sitting alone on the sofa. Small. Quiet. Wrapped in a blanket. Looking impossibly far away. Aizen took a slow sip.

she said and I laughed suddenly. “I’m not going to die. Get the first aid kit in the bathroom,” I said. She ran up the stairs and I sighed. She returned a few minutes later, stopping short when she saw Andrew Douglas lying on the floor with his eyes open, his head surrounded by a pool of his own blood and brain matter.

This couple will be the go-betweens he and Loraine, there's no danger since Danner won’t suspect anything with them. Aziel has his plan ready. Next is to get the others with him. Now that he has thought everything through, calmness comes over him. Within minutes his eyes close and he tumbles into a deep dreamless sleep. About seven hours later, he is awakened by a buzzing sound. He lays down for a while to orientate himself to his surroundings. Then he gets up, takes a quick bath and puts on clean clothes. He meets the others on the deck where they have a drink.

I am losing so much blood and it keeps on flowing like water in a river. “Imbeciles”, Aziel commented not so far away from us, he was sitting on the ground, leaning on one of the trunks of the tree with his eyes closed. “Who is in her right mind, who will die for love?”, he slowly said as he opened his eyes. What happened to you? Aziel? All I can see in his eyes is nothing but hatred, it was so lifeless and I don't know what made him like this.