Novel & Cerita Drawn To The Bitter

I didn't rush. I never do. The glass doors sealed shut behind me and the city swallowed me whole. Noise, movement, light. The indifferent machinery of it grinding forward like nothing had happened. My name scrolled across the screen above the intersection. Thorne Dynamics Collapse. Lucian Thorne Falls.

"Reina, I'm sorry!" Reina's eyes glowed triumphantly before she quickly masked it with a kind expression. She reached down, pretending to help me up. "Eloise, just don't lie again, okay? I won't hold it against you." Her fingers dug into my arm, her sharp nails biting into my skin, making me tremble in pain. Xavier finally seemed satisfied. "Now that's more like it. But don't think this means I believe you. Keeping something this filthy in the house is bad for Reina's health."

Why would anyone ever be okay living in such a manner? Is it the adrenaline rush? Is that what they’re after? Do they find ecstasy in watching their victim take their last breath? Is it an addiction? Are they addicted to the lifestyle of being on the run? Is it the excitement of being seen by everyone, yet found by no one? Will they ever see their way back to the light? I don’t know what has happened to them, or why this happened to them but I do know that their extremely far gone; probably beyond saving by now.

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

Not him. I'd make sure they lost everything.

Not happy endings. **************************************************

Silas challenged, his eyes turning a solid, glowing violet-gold. He didn't pull back from the extraction tubes. He "Pushed." He used the "Mate Bond" to anchor himself to the "Unmapped" North that still existed in his marrow. He didn't give them the "Compelling" drama. He gave them the "Terminal Bitterness."

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. “That filthy mouth doesn’t touch me!” she spat, her voice raw with hatred, her eyes blazing in defiance. He felt the bite and, instead of retreating, smiled crookedly, provoked. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care. “So that’s what you like? Drawing blood?” he said, his voice low and dragging, thick with that criminal drawl that made every word weigh heavy. “You’re going to learn that with me, it’s different.”

But she still forced a stubborn smile. “Not bad.” Dwyn didn’t hesitate. He drank it in one go. Then his whole body locked up, gaze empty for a beat. Goselle panicked and shoved his shoulder. “Dwyn? Are you okay?” A long moment later, he finally breathed out two words. “So bitter.” Relief loosened in my chest. If he could taste bitterness, he wasn’t beyond saving. I handed him the second cup. He took it, but frowned. “It’s too bitter. Do you have sugar?”

“He’s just bitter because I wouldn’t entertain him like I used to… back when things between us were a little messy.” Drew laughs, low and bitter. It cracks as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “You can’t be serious.” His gaze drops to the blood on his palm. “Beatrice would never stoop this low.” “You better leave,” Alex warns. His voice rumbles beside me, low and steady. My fingers drift down to his chest. It’s trembling beneath my touch. “Or what?” Drew steps forward, lip curling. “You’ll kill me? Like you killed my wife?”