Bitter And Bones Novels & Stories

Plates sit drying in the rack, the clock ticks like it’s counting down to something inevitable, and a layer of dust has settled on every surface his father has stopped caring to clean. He grabs a stale granola bar and heads out. The air outside is thick with the smell of early spring—wet dirt, blooming flowers, and the faint, ever-present scent of mildew. Black Salt is a town that feels like it’s sinking. The buildings sag, roads crack, the church steeple leans a little more every year.

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

In one word, Shivansh was depressed. Shivansh has started skipping meals and can hardly concentrate on anything else. He would always be with his daughter but still, he couldn't be happy. He has lost weight and prominent dark circles can be noticed under his eyes. He hardly talks to anyone because guilt and remorse were eating up his soul. He was sorry about everything but no one was here to forgive him. Every day he wishes to go back in time so that he could correct everything but alas!

PART ZERO FORTY-EIGHT Not all worlds end in a crash of buildings and airplanes, in smoke and ruins and meteor showers. Some worlds come apart one humiliating crack at a time. And no matter how hard you fight, nothing can stop it. So, at the almost-end, you’re left helpless, more exhausted than you’ve ever been, questioning how it came to this. These thoughts tightened the knot in Adrian Bonner’s stomach. Some things he didn’t want answered. He studied his reflection in the blank computer screen instead, and the sigh that followed came with an almost resigned expectancy. This was his new normal.

The darkness of the room was all around her. The smell was the same as she smelt last night but heavier. She got the mitt and opened the door, and looked in to see the coals on the bottom still glowing red. She knew she could not really go into the unit until they were out completely. She looked around in it and then saw the one thing she was hoping she wouldn’t. A bone. A long human bone. She stood there and looked into the unit some more.

Chapter: 27. ****** They must have gone down about twenty stairs before they reached the bottom. Boiy opened up another wall that greeted them with a despicable view and smell of rot and decay. They clasped their noses shut with two fingers. "Follow me," Boiy instructed and they all went into the room. The light on Boiy's hand illuminated their surroundings, giving them a dreadful picture of the room. Skeleton bones littered the entire room along with decaying rotten parts that looked like long-dead animals. They all wanted it to be animals since they can't handle the thoughts of them being human. Bri retched, gripping the walls to steady herself so she doesn't fall over. Nancy kept her eyes

The first half of my life had been filled with indulgence, while the second half was filled with despair—and even death felt painful. My chest grew heavy, and a wave of nausea surged from my stomach to my throat. I have barely been able to eat recently. I retched a few times, spitting out only some bitter red fluid. Then a sharp pain pierced my brain again. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to endure it, but the intensity made it difficult to resist. A metallic taste filled my mouth. My once straight back finally bent under the weight of endless pain and despair. I really couldn’t hold on any longer.

He looked at me impatiently and snapped, "You've already had your wounds treated, so what are you still doing here? Go home and make some soup for Olivia. She'll be hungry when she wakes up. "Make her favorite chicken soup. No peppers. Go easy on the salt—she's injured, she needs something light." I gave him an exasperated look. "Order takeout. I'm injured and exhausted. I'm not going to drag myself home just to cook." Hades frowned, about to say something, but Olivia stirred awake. She called out weakly, "Hades." He immediately dragged his injured leg to her bedside and exclaimed, "Olivia, you're finally awake! You nearly scared me to death.

"Stop acting weak now, Claire. How can you be so vicious? It's Henry's birthday today and yet you told everyone he's a b*stard!" Linda held the resentful Henry in her arms, tears streaming down her face. "Mrs. Rivers, I don't mind if you dislike me, but you don't have children. Henry is still the Rivers family's only heir. He's just a child. Do you know how much gossip hurts him?" I looked at her coldly. "I only stated the facts. Isn't Henry a b*stard child? He's an illegitimate child with an unknown father!" Jonathan suddenly slapped me. The force was so great that my lip split. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.