Drawn To The Bitter Novels & Stories

More vulnerable. The taste of metal forms in my mouth, bitter and sharp, and I know what is coming. It spreads across my tongue, an intense reminder of what lies beneath my carefully controlled exterior. Of what I must always fight. I close my eyes against it, and the colors flare behind my lids in silvers and blacks, a bright afterimage in the dark.

Nash knew what I meant and smiled broadly. “You want a drink? Does it taste so bad?” I nodded hesitantly, this nausea was driving me crazy. I really wish I could drink just a little. Nash again ordered the waiter to bring the glass containing the milk. He brought the glass closer and even put it to my lips. But, before I drank the milk, Nash pulled away the glass he was holding again. I looked at him pitifully and wanted to spit out everything that was in my mouth right now. “It's not that easy, darling. I know you really like bitter tastes. So, swallow it without drinking," said Nash and evilly spilled the milk on the floor.

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.

I’d seen his type before, five long years ago. The other thing that felt all wrong was the anticipation in his voice, the almost joy at the thought of carrying out his plan. To him, biting someone, hurting them, was no big deal. The effect it would have on them, on their lives didn't matter in the least, from what I could tell. To Zachary the people he chose to bite were there to serve his plan, they weren't real to him. He left, heading back towards the bedroom and I heaved a sigh of relief at no longer sharing space with him.

A lady with smooth skin, crimson eyes, pink thin lips, and brown shoulder-length hair stood by the door. She wore a blue bodycon dress which matched her white bohemian earrings. Teddy removed his eyes on her and faced the wall. He rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me that you are thinking about that bit**ch again" she shouted in frustration. Bitc*h? That word did not sit well with Teddy. Even though he has a lot of women around him, it's Crystal who has the crown to his heart. She is an angel to him. Calling Crystal a bitch was like daring him.

Sam said "I don't have to, if you have to bring other people just to beat up one person obviously you can't fight" Diamond said shrugging "Whatever. She deserved it for ditching me for that white bitch" I squinted my eyes "are kidding me nigga you betrayed me you fucked with bitches who bullied me on a daily basis the hell wrong with you" I said leaning back in my seat and crossing my arms This bitch really dumb as hell "That's my cousin what you expect" she said

She said in an unaffected tone. I won't deny being heartbroken by their emotions reaction to me getting an admission letter. I wasn't going to stay home for an extra year but then again I wasn't going to a wacky school either. I got admitted to a good school. I scoffed, which made her head snap towards my back-turned figure. "You should listen to your father. Your father and I know what's best for you. What are you going to gain by drawing? It's just a stupid thing and it's not prestigious at all. You shouldn't be stupid son. Your brother was always more ambitious, but you, all you do is just be stupid and dumb Emillio. When will you grow up?" She snapped at me. Her tone was interlaced with

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.

I had prayed because I’m human it might not actually happen, but I feel it there in my heart. His bond. My half-mate. I feel a pull to him that I can’t endure. It’s not attraction, but it’s not unpleasant either. I gulp my fear. Finally, Nester pulls away. He smiles at me with teeth stained red. My blood, dripping down his lips. The same blood full of silver. He smacks his mouth, eyes furrowing slightly, and my heart pounds. Did he taste the silver? Will he do something about it if he did?

For a split second, I swear I see movement—dark against darker stone. A whisper curls through my mind. Not a voice. A presence. Awake. Waiting. The Rite at dawn will not just test me. It will reveal me. And something in the darkness is eager for that. I press my hand to my burning mark. It pulses once. Twice. As if answering a call I cannot yet hear. Dawn is coming. And I have the sinking feeling the council isn’t the only thing that intends to judge me.