Bittergiggle X Syringeon Novels & Stories

My voice was calm and indifferent. “Sorry, Mr. Fischer. We’re already broken up, and I’m no longer your company’s designer. Please show some respect.”

Just the thought of Samuel's name makes me sick. Her eyes burned with undisguised hatred and disgust. Watching this, a wave of bitterness flooded my mouth. Nicky Bennet was Adeline's first love—the man she now treasured above all else. If he weren't sick, and if I weren't the only one who could perform his surgery, she probably would never have thought of me again. "I'm giving you one last chance," Adeline said coldly. But my mother just shook her head, refusing to break her silence.

“Just playing along. Isn’t that what we do?” My jaw tightens. My hands are clenched at my sides, knuckles white. I don’t know whether to slap him or scream. I glance around the room. The designers and assistants are frozen in place, pretending not to listen—but their eyes are everywhere. Watching. Then Kenneth laughs. A cold, bitter sound that slices through the air like a blade. “See, Sophia?” he says, loud and smug, turning toward her with his hands spread like he’s presenting a show. “They’re clearly acting. You can practically smell the desperation.”

A small whimper escaped my lips at the sight of it. Oh God. "Next time, you will be dead." He whispered in my ear and I felt bile rising up my throat. For a mere second, it seemed like I knew that voice. But just because it was a whisper and his face was covered with that mask, I couldn't have recognized it. Before I could've reacted even in the slightest, he gripped my palm and slashed the knife across it.

My breath hitches and my body tenses, she knows, they all know, how on earth do they know. Her eyes travel between me and Santiago, that same grin on her lips. “That’s none of your business.” Santiago snaps, baring his teeth to her. “Oh but I think it is, she is about to join us in a meeting. I think we all need to know if your union is healthy, and unless she is into heavy blood-play, it isn’t.” She snarls, her eyes pitch black and teeth elongated and baring.

Became a Symbiote, so My fangs are in your throat, ho You're snake-bitten with my—venom With the ballpoint pen I'm Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc 'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock Why the fuck not, you only get one shot Ate shit 'til I can't taste it Chased it with straight liquor Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint And awake with a headache And I take anything in rectangular shape Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to 'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you So escapin' me is impossible I latch onto you like a—parasite And