Bittergiggle X Syringeon Novels & Stories

Grandma Melody, said as she entered the living-room. "You were, pretty eyes." Grandpa Ryan smirked at her. "Did you two at least drained them in your private laboratory?" Papa Phoenix asked them. "Yes, Paolo teleport half the school and made them sleep, we managed to filled 500 blood bags. We brought you 100, they're in your special fridge." Grandma Melody told him. "I wonder if Sarai would freak if she heard this conversation?" We turned to see my sister. "I don't know, she wasn't freaked when she saw me the first time. She's either crazy or is attracted to the unknown."

He turned pale when he saw my expression. “What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Instead of the chat box, his computer screen now showed my medical report. He instantly hugged me, looking nervous. “What happened, babe?” I looked at him and let the tears fall. “No news either this month.” He glanced at the screen and heaved a sigh of relief. “Geez, you scared me. Didn’t I say we could take it slow with having kids? You’re getting worked up again.”

She looked pretty happy with the company. "No one ever wants to have me around. They say I'm trouble. I just want someone to pour my shit to. I'm Flare by the way." She said extending her dirty shabby hands for me. I looked at the dirt wedged fingernails and dirty, holed long sleeve, and not that I meant to be rude, but she just looked down at my gaze, mouthed an 'oh' and put her hand back. I could sense her immediate embarrassment. "Um... What's your name?" She asked trying to strike up a conversation.

It was like he was trying to grope my teeth. Is he a dentist? My brows furrowed when I saw the uncertainty in his expression. "I didn't turn you..." Turn me what? I couldn't scream when he suddenly laid me on the bed. My body couldn't just follow my own command! For you have found a new service. My damn body was following his orders! I couldn't even utter a single word! I screamed inside my mind when the stranger tilted my head sideways. I abruptly closed my eyes. I don't want to witness this!

Didi asked me how that happened. But I lied to her saying I accidentally fell on glass shards. She somehow believed me and was forcing me to have painkillers. But I have a problem with taking medicines, I don’t know how to swallow them and also whenever I try to swallow, because of the bitter taste I always puke. So, I always say no to medicines. I can bear any type of physical pain but I can't bear the bitter taste of medicine. I am not afraid of injections but hell I am very afraid of medicines.

I yelled out in my Alpha tone causing the other members of the team to back away from their colleague. Edward whispered to me. “He’s been given medical treatment but his body refuses it. He's not gonna make it.” “He isn't?” I said, feeling a sense of doom hit me and I had to admit that it wasn't a wonderful feeling. “No.” Edward confirmed. I walked over to the man who had blood gushing out of his stomach and chest revealing his insides. I could perceive the smell of rottenness already coming from him which made me realize that he indeed was not going to make it.

My scalpel slipped during surgery, slicing into my own wrist. Even then, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'd asked my colleague multiple times if it could be a coincidence—a case of someone with the same name. But she insisted: in this region, he was the only person with the surname Maynard. After the operation, I forced down my anger and rushed to the site. I needed to confront Scott. But the moment I arrived, I saw him placing a flower crown on Piper's head. She was wearing the only white dress I owned, her cheeks tinged with a bashful blush under the sunlight.

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

I give the counters and the table a quick wipe down and then go upstairs, getting ready for bed myself. I open my laptop and put on a movie but find myself distracted on my phone. Heather sent me a follow request on I*******m. My account is private but it’s not like I have anything super exciting to hide. Most of Heather’s photos are of her and her daughters, with a few from a family trip to Disneyland over spring break. I’m about to put my phone down when I notice a familiar face—the hot guy from the feed store. He’s wearing a white lab coat and is crouched down next to a chocolate lab. I go right to the caption. A huge thank you to Dr. Harris for taking care of our Max! He’s back to his ol

I gave her a thumbs up in order not to scare her while I gnashed my teeth trying my possible best to act okay. My eyesight became blurry and before I could fathom what was happening to me, I fell to the ground my eyes becoming too weak to keep open. I could hear Scarlet fearfully calling me but I couldn't open my eyes. My abdominal pain becoming unbearable. I lay on the ground to what seemed like a few minutes before I felt someone lifting me up into strong, well-toned arms. Geez, this feels good. I would have totally relaxed into whoever it was that was carrying me if not for the excruciating pain I was feeling.