Drawn To The Bitter Novels & Stories

They forced the drink into my mouth; And the bitterness found its way down my throat. "Stop", a familiar voice said

After seven long years of humiliation, it was finally over. … I went to the hospital alone, only to run into the two of them again. What a cruel twist of fate. Beverly was lounging in a chair, surrounded by snacks that Charles had bought for her. Like a magician, he kept pulling out one treat after another. “Bev, how about some chocolate?” “No!” “Some candy?” “No!” “Chips?” “You feed me!” “Of course.” Just as Charles was about to feed her a chip, he spotted me and instantly replaced his doting smile with a glare of disdain.

Kabir said while gazing at her intensely. "No... no... no... I can't drink this coffee." Adrita said hurriedly. If I drink this, I will directly go to God, Adrita thought while sweat beads formed on her forehead. "Why not?" Kabir's smirk grew wider. "It tastes bitter." Adrita said, taking deep breaths. "No matter how it tastes, you will have to drink it." He stated in a hard tone. He pushed the mug toward her and she looked at the mug as if she was watching a ghost.

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

Hold on to me," he whispered in panic. My vision blurred, and I let the abundant tears fall. I don't even understand Alice talking on the side. My heart and mind were focused on the pain, as if I had been betrayed. By the way, it is treason that my own blood wants me to disappear from the world. "Am I a bad person?" I asked regretfully. I felt Aldo's soft kiss on my temple, and then he pulled me up. "No, you are not. I am more than a beast compared to anyone else. You don't deserve this pain, Sweetie," he answered sincerely as we went up the stairs. I didn't think about Alice anymore because of the pain I was feeling. Why does the world seem unfair to me? Don't they really love me at least a

And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man And I know they're gonna hate But I don't care, I barely can wait To hit 'em with the snare and the bass Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced Because they're gonna taste my— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm

15 I was drawn to the one thing I couldn't have. 152 I was drawn to the person that I promised to kill when the time came 68 I was drawn to a fucking human. 1K The freezing water running down my skin was doing nothing to ease my anger. 97 An agrivated groan passed my lips as I took a step back away from the water. 44 What the hell was I supposed to do now? I couldn't just ignore it. 65 Now that I wanted her, there was no ignoring it. 82 But there was no acting upon it either.

I said and looked at Blood with a bug question mark on my face, but he just looked at his food and shrugged his shoulder. “It’s you and Hell.” He added. “What a freaking couple now a daw.” He rolled my eyes at me. “You know? You’re so bitter in your life.” I said. “Did someone call me?” Bitter said as he enters the room with a lot of snacks on the bag, he is bringing. “The reason why I love you,” Blood said “Come here and let me have those.” He added and I shake my head looking at him being excited like a kid.

I knew exactly what it was. I ignored it, because he was watching me like he already knew I'd fold, and I'd chew glass before I gave him that. I took the cup from Elara's hand with more surety than I owned. I lifted it, held his eyes over the rim, and drank. A small sip. Barely anything. It was the worst thing that had ever been in my mouth. Bitter didn't reach it. It was bitter the way a punishment is bitter, sharp and green and half-rotten all at once, and something at the root of it curled my tongue and tried to climb back up my throat.

She didn’t deserve to be drαgged into this ugliness. I took α deep breαth‚ my αnger twisting into something even more bitter. “You’re right‚” I muttered‚ more to myself thαn to her. “I won’t dirty my hαnds on her αny more thαn I αlreαdy hαve.”