Bitter And Bones Novels & Stories

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

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.

Roman & Rion hugged their mother tightly looking at his scary eyes. Well, Yash just slipped his leg on a banana peel. Actually, it was Roman who threw the peel on the floor and Yash didn't notice. He stepped his foot on it and slipped unexpectedly. He fell on his butt and hurt his lower region. " Zayda dard to nehi huaa, bhaiyaa.........( Did it hurt a lot, brother)," Orni asked sarcastically exaggerating the word Bhaiya. Yash just burned with pure anger and stood up rubbing his waist a little. He glared at Orni and stormed out of the room.

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.

And I wasn’t the kind of man to make a sacrifice for anyone else. Maybe the sex would be incredible. But we were just too stubborn to find out. 8 SIENA Bones sat across from me at the table in the bar, looking furious from the second he took his seat. Covered in tattoos and awash imminent threat as he was, not even his pretty eyes could make him seem harmless. His muscles stretched his t-shirt, and his broad shoulders looked like a solid wall. A glass of scotch sat in front of him, and he downed it quickly before he ordered another.

She performed another spell to make his bones crack. Indeed his bones started breaking within his body. The ugly pain started from his leg ankles up through his knee and then upward to his hips and ribs. It was painful,a pain he swore he's never experienced in his life. But he wouldn't succumb,he won't show it. He would fight through this pain for his family,for the people that depended on him,for the world. He won't give up!,he must prove to the world he isn't a monster!. Eve gasped with her eyes exclaiming as Nicodemus inched closer. His bones were rearranging just as it was breaking. She growled before breathing out fire to his body.

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.

And somewhere, deep in my bones, a voice, make, dark , rich, whispers, 'He’s lying.'