Avatar Bitter Work Novels & Stories

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

Ava asked with sarcasm and her Iconic eye roll. “What do you think she'd be doing?” Jarvis asked back “Ma'am, your order is at your table” The attendant said obviously tired of their boring conversation “Oh,send a mint and chocolate chip flavor in a cup to the same table” Jarvis ordered. “Such a terrible flavor, why don't you just freeze your toothpaste and lick it” Ava said “Because it contains fluoride” Jarvis replied “Not funny” Ava responded “I wasn't trying to be funny” Jarvis replied as they got to her table

Venita said, she paused and listened to whatever the person on the other side was saying. “Fuck Paris, Fuck Doblin, Fuck Switzerland, I am not going to work anywhere like that anymore. I don’t care if I am not able to make a comeback, I would be okay with anything as long as I don’t get to work with you anymore!” She screamed, her face twisted in anger, a scowl resting comfortably on her lips, she listened to whatever the person she was talking to was saying with narrowed eyes.

They’d never seen this sort of brutality—this much hate. Months went by and Luciana gave birth to their child. A girl in which they named Valentina. She felt however that there was something wrong with her child. She hardly drank when she fed her, and she seemed to be growing rapidly. She began teething a bit early, and one day she bit her drawing blood. She was completely shocked. She took her concerns to Abram, and he told her everything.

I can be irrationally stubborn from time to time and accepting a ride home from Jacob doesn't mean anything. It's not like I'm asking him to come over and help me take care of the horses. Needing a ride home from the bar when I was ditched by a so-called friend is no reflection of my ability to take care of the farm. Yep, that's stubbornness making me not want to take any favors from Jacob Harris. “What do you do for work?” Jacob asks. “You said you work from home.” “I'm a data analyzer for a pharmaceutical company. It's not the most exciting thing, but it pays my bills.”

"You want to turn us into what? Lab rats?" "Worse. Employees." Abigail didn't flinch. Her bio-rhythms were unnervingly steady. Through the link, I felt Caleb’s suspicion turn into a cold, hard knot of alarm. "The silver virus is a fascinating piece of software. It just needs a patch. A way to stabilize the aggression. A way to make the shift predictable. Every Tuesday at 9:00 AM, for forty hours a week. Imagine the productivity of a workforce that doesn't sleep and heals in seconds."

Third person's pov: After 2 years: "Hi, my parents like your family so much. And don't mind me saying this out of the blue but, you look gorgeous in person", Ava gave a fake smile refraining so hard from rolling her eyes. Instead, she tucked a hair strand behind her ear and caught the end of her Dupatta. "I work in Meta. I-", Ava cut him off before he reads out his biodata.

Alexei and I join Anatoli, Tarja and the rest of his packmates for lunch. Borya and Pavel also have found their mates, Natalia from Poland is Borya’s mate and Pavel is mated to Megara. “Hey girl! How are you and Pavel for a mate!?” I pull her in for a hug and look her up and down a bit. She blushes and he nudges her encouragingly. “Yeah, we found each other this morning at breakfast.” She melts into his side, next to him she is even tinier. He plants a kiss on her head.

He even gets messy, mayo slathered on the corner of his mouth. “Holy shit,” Hunter whispers at me as we watch Talon feast. “Holy shit isn’t strong enough. We need a bigger swear.” “How about…” “I’M GOING TO KILL EVERY FUCKER INVOLVED!” Axel’s voice cuts through the lunchroom so loudly that everyone glances his way. “That’s good enough. Axel wins,” I quip, but Hunter’s worry returns tenfold. Our Alpha slides into the table, radiating anger-tinted peppermint pheromones. “THEY ASSIGNED ME TO TRAIN THE HUMAN. ME?!”