Drawn To The Bitter Mga Nobela at Kwento

he stared deeply into my eyes. "But everything you said about having feelings for me was a mistake?" "And it was the most hateful lie I've said," he interjected with a look of disgust on his face. "I'm truly obsessively drawn to you, Amara Lively." He extended a hand to my face and gently moved a lock of hair, placing it behind my right ear. He then spun around and turned his back towards me.

" I brushed him off, not wanting to start an argument or stir unnecessary trouble. I knew he was using the wedding as a threat, trying to force me to bend to his will. He had always loved manipulating me, but I refused to give in anymore. Still, I didn't show how I felt. I simply told him I'd drink the soup once it cooled down. Satisfied, assuming I'd yielded, Hades got up and walked into Olivia's room. I could hear him speaking on the phone through the slightly ajar door. "I've found the white lace and pink mesh ones. I can't seem to find the black silk set you mentioned. "It's in the bottom drawer? Oh, found it! But when did you buy this black silk set? Why didn't I know about it?"

"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.

I took a sip, and it felt as if I had just tasted the most vicious thing in the world. My throat dried just by taking the first sip, and the bitterness made my skin crawl. “This is not just an ordinary tea, this is related to your next test! Have you ever noticed why the crowd is always attracted to you in a bad way? Why are they always after you? Either constantly trying to hurt you or force you into something you do not want?” She began to walk in front of me.

It leaned close until its dripping, putrid maw engulfed my vision. "We've been waiting for you," it gurgled, fetid spittle splattering across my ashen face as I screamed. ***

Bradford and Ashley ripped through the Bitten that came out of the forest. Bastion circled Bloodchild, “You have done enough! Stop this nonsense and agree to the terms of our treaty! You have no right to interfere with royal decisions. Out of your station and you will be out of MY REALM.” Bastion leapt at Bloodchild and slashed at his neck. He struck the skin and blood sprayed out.

I am a little worried but I’m glad that I get to leave my shit show of a life behind really. I guess I feel safe here, I haven’t really ever felt safe not even with Jack, especially after that night. I guess I wasn’t as happy as I thought. Nep laughed “Shit show of a life hey?” FUCK! “Yeah, look I keep forgetting! That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” Stella mumbled as she covered her face with her hands. James looked almost angry, Stella was about to ask what was wrong when Nep patted her on the shoulder “It’s okay, like I said once you go through your first full mood everything kind of becomes easier especially when you get to meet your wolf. Oh James we should get the other bittens t

As his lips ruled my neck, my body started to burn and my strength began to waver. Am I thinking correctly? Are they really true? Why do I have to? "You're sweet..." My eyes were getting blurry. I can no longer see his face. I tried to slap him, but the last thing I saw was his lips with traces of my blood. "You're a vampire..."

I'm too wasted that I can't freaking focus with this simple task. "Don't call me your bitch." He warns and suddenly is already standing in front of me. "I will call you whatever I want," I stand up and look at his face. Thanks for the height assistance by the heels, my head is now on par with his chin, making me feel superior that I can look at him straight in the eye. "Bitch." I purposely say that word to challenge him. "You're drunk." He turns around to leave, obviously not wanting to prolong the fight.

I said through clenched teeth as the cutlery drawer fell out of its track and clanged loudly on the ground, “I swear to god, if you don’t fix this drawer before the end of the day I will hire someone to come all the way out here to fix it” “It’ll come out of your budget babe!” he called back, teasing. A few of his men sniggered around him and I glared at him earning me a mischievous grin. All traces of amusement left his face as I squatted awkwardly to pick up the fallen drawer still full of cutlery. He quickly made his way over to me, picking up the drawer and putting it on the counter top. With a serious face and a scowl he looked at me, unimpressed. “No. heavy. lifting!” he said, punctuat