Drawn To The Bitter Novels & Stories

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.

Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest. It started with the scent.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”

Mac sharpened and angry; If you don't shut up, bitch, I swear I'll make you suffer in pain like you've never seen in your life, I'll make you beg me to kill you, to make this skinny body of yours only see the openings of my fangs, it's better for you to shut up

But I refused to be humiliated by a boy without his wolf. I was wrong to underestimate him; he bested me effortlessly, leaving me without a single bruise to show for my efforts. He stood there, proud and imposing, glaring at me as if I were a failure. My father clicked his tongue in disappointment and declared Drew the victor. The crowd erupted in cheers for him, and his wide smile only fueled my bitterness and resentment.

“I'm ready.” Another lollipop materialized. The moment Draken’s lollipop hit my tongue, I wanted to spit it back out. It wasn’t sweet anymore—if it ever had been. It was bitter, metallic, and thick like blood, like tar. It was something that shouldn’t belong in anyone’s mouth. My throat tried to close on it and spit it out but Draken’s hand on my jaw forced me to swallow. The moment it slid down, heat and ice battled inside me. The poison returned.

Every word was coated in the bitterness I couldn’t hide. He stepped down from the stairs slowly and stopped just two steps from me, freeing his hands from his pockets as he stood tall and close—almost too close. I could feel his breath, hot against my skin. My heart thumped, but I clenched my jaw. I wouldn’t back down. Even if his presence shook me to my bones, I refused to show it. “Ivanna,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw ticking. “Where the fuck are you coming from?”

He lost his interest in Niyati a long ago when she married Shivansh suddenly and he started hating her when he understood that she betrayed Shivansh. On the other hand, To bind Kabir with Lily forever, Lalita suggested Lily to get pregnant as soon as possible and Lily did what her mother advised her. *************************************** The next day This is for you, Neela. Bhaiya bought these candies for me but I am sharing them with you too," Orchi said to Neela giving her some candies. Neela replied smiling," Thank you, Orchi aunty." " Mumma, let's play. Neela has brought her toys also," Roman said pulling Orchi's dress.

He looked every bit the troublemaker. As soon as he saw me, he spat out his lollipop and beckoned me over. "Come here, Sabrina." Well, well. The second one showed up all on his own. I sauntered over and tilted my head up at him. "What do you want from me, Ash?" Asher looked down and sized me up. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes as he said, "I heard you can really fight." I paused. "Huh?"

I blinked, trying to memorize it all. Victor recorded the conversation silently, his phone angled just right to catch the illusion and every whisper. His face was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the storm brewing behind his eyes. He hated being this close without striking. But we needed proof, and now we had it. More names. More faces. More betrayal. “I want the wolves and the vamps to bleed each other dry,” Lilith said. “And when the dust settles, we rise.” Victor’s hand gripped mine tightly. Sebastian growled low in his throat.