Drawn To The Bitter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Suddenly, a breeze started to blow, making it possible for the curtains to blow, highlighting its beauty, and revealing the chamber's elegant structures. While the breeze was busy blowing, Mr.Jeremiah opened a certain drawer and picked one of his favorite pistols. He looked at it and smiled. As he was smiling, tears were falling from his eyes. He immediately went into some scenes of deep thought, where he was trying to remember all those whom he had used the guns on. Looking at his most cherished pistol, a tale of memories filled his thoughts. He imagined how time had suddenly passed by, all this while. The gun he was holding and admiring, served as a symbol of his brutal attitude and mind.

“Oh Lord. Fate is an ugly bitch that hates you with a passion.” “My thoughts exactly.” She touched her finger to her lips and looked toward the ceiling as she shuffled through the rest of his questions. “He’s tall like you, but built like a line-backer with great hair, beautiful skin and eyes that make your heart want to melt.” Parker rolled his eyes. “Glad nothing’s changed. God forbid the lady killers from our childhood grow potbellies and actually have to work for attention.”

"Leave and forget what you saw today." He made a run. "I missed you." She walked closer to me. Doesn't anyone stay dead in this city? "Seraphina killed you." "Did she? Or was it all an illusion?" She smirked. "Your daughter will be next and then you will be all for me." She smiled. "We can have forever." This bitch was crazy and delusional. She will know what is like to mess with my family. "Hell is where you will go today." I charged at her but she showed me the white oak stake. That kills me permanently.

The pain in my heart grows and grows until it’s finally replaced with bitterness and hatred. A burning hatred for Mason Lachlan.

I growled again. "Open fire!" The command was given and it had to be obeyed, I knew what would come after. If only would listen for once, even from a distance I could hear the pumping of their blood, I could smell it and even taste it already, I remembered how sweet and salty it was, I remembered how warm and thick it felt on my tongue, I could recall how filled and satisfied I was after I drank; with just one sip I was addicted... How could I hold myself back from taking another sip, another bite, when the world couldn't stop me how I could stop myself when I knew not what I had become.

“It turns out that you are just like the others. You don't understand or maybe you don't want to understand.” Adrian laughed bitterly and then stood up. “I guess I don't know what to do anymore. I guess I was just meant to hurt other people and then hurt myself. You will get what you want, Diana, a world without me in it and I will take Brandon's heart with me.” Without waiting for Diana's answer, Adrian turned his body and walked away, leaving Diana in a stifling silence.

Bitter than they wanted it to be. Wish my fate had decided something good for me. Because seeing you out of my reach makes me believe that indeed fate is cruel. _________________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart..

I muttered, “I'm parched.” I walked into the kitchen, I grabbed the glass of lemonade I’d requested off the counter. As I turned back toward the living room, glass in hand, the cool, tangy scent of citrus drifted up to meet me. I took a sip of the lemonade, standing over him as he looked up at me with pain etched deep in his eyes. For a moment, I could feel a surge of bitterness toward Alessandro rising up in my chest. If my soul wasn’t already damned before this, it certainly was now. Torturing an old, harmless man—yeah, there’s a special place in hell reserved for that.

Her gaze shifted from the food on the plate to look at me. "But sometimes bitter taste is needed in life." She looked at me with an intense gaze. "If I'm sick, I have to take medicine to get better, most of the medicine tastes bitter. And over time the bitter taste of the medicine will disappear by itself after I take it." "Wow, what an analogy!" Aubrey smiled at me, I didn't even think Aphrodite would say that. I couldn't guess what was going on in her mind, and I don't think Aubrey must have thought about it either.

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.