He Tasted His Own Medicine Novels & Stories

I mumbled, my eyes squeezed shut. I felt him place the pills gently in my mouth. "Swallow," he said softly. I gulped the water down, and to my surprise, I didn't taste the bitterness. "Wow, I didn't even taste it!" I exclaimed, opening my eyes in delight. "See? I'm so good at it," he boasted with a grin. "My blueberries?" I asked, stretching my hand out expectantly. "Oh, I'll tell Trevor to get them," he replied, chuckling.

He almost drank. He almost died. And I almost gave myself away. I force a smile, sip from my untainted glass, and pretend to enjoy the rest of the meal, but inside, the beast in me howls.

he said firmly, When I didn’t bulge, he pressed my jaw lightly and he made me open my mouth a bit. This made it easy for me to swallow the drug he pushed into my mouth. The bitter taste of it burned at the back of my tongue, causing me to squeeze my face in reflex. This was just too much and I didn’t wish to take any of this again. How was I supposed to handle this mess right now. I was going through so much. Who made medicines for goddess sake? It was just so painful and a distaste.

Have a taste of your own medicine, that's simply what she was trying to say. When she noted he has swallowed, she took the coffee from the table and fed it to him. He hurriedly poured everything into his mouth in an effort to get the disgusting salty flavour of the bacon out.. The taste hit him seconds later making him freeze then slowly glanced up to look at his wife. She was smiling sweetly at him! “Thank you so much hubby for the breakfast. It was so thoughtful of you but I think I'll eat the chef's food instead.” With that, she turned on her heels and headed for the closet. The moment she left, Preston ran into the bathroom and spat everything out. He turned on the faucet and rinsed his

I rolled my eyes and took my glass of water to my lips. I could taste the water. I spat it back and dropped the glass. "I can taste it," I whispered, dropping the glass on the bar. "What does that mean?" he asked me, putting his glass down. "I can taste every molecule in the water. I don't like it," I explained, and he took the glass from the table and drank it in one gulp, crushing the ice with his teeth. "What are you doing? I spat inside that thing,” I said, and he just grinned like a big asshole.

you deserve it * haha *. He took another sip and stood up from his seat and came forward. I looked up to meet his face. I was so confused as, why he came forward. he bends down to my level and he kept his face inclined in front of my face without leaving an inch gap. in the next moment, I again felt the same disgusting sensation. what this idiot was thinking about me. I felt something was flowing through my mouth. the taste was spicy and salty as well as hot. I came to know that he gave me the sip of black coffee which he took into his mouth. After he made me taste the black coffee. He moved away from me. I started to cough due to the spiciness. I called Mr. Edmin to get me cold water. After

“I understand, sir. I’m working as fast as I can. They have been rather thorough in keeping a tight lid on this, but I’m slowly chipping it away. Don’t worry, sir. It won’t be much longer now.” I bob my head before I chug some of the nasty tasting medicine. If my stomach wasn’t upset before, I’m sure this would make it. I suck in some air and hiss as I wipe the chalky tasting liquid off my lips. “I’ll be looking forward to it. Bye.” “Bye.” I tap the phone to end the call before I take another swig of the awful medicine. It doesn’t hurt to have just a little more. Right.

"I won't leave unless you drink your medicine." "Leave, I won't drink that nonsense shit." "Come on," I tickled his side making him move a bit. "What the fuck!" He bawled in annoyance because of what I did. "I won't stop unless you drink your medicine," I said pinching his side to tickle him. "Fuck! Okay! Okay! Stop!" He stood up and snatched the medicine on my hand then swallowed it without drinking any water. "Do you have any water here?" I asked.

She said as she handed me another glass of water. My face still scrunched up in disgust. “If I knew the medicine tasted like that, I wouldn’t have even dared to take it.” I declared, my voice filled with conviction. The bitter taste was so unpleasant that I would rather endure the pain than suffer through another dose. Even the prospect of a speedy recovery couldn’t outweigh the sheer horror of the medicine’s horrible taste. Even if it meant a slower recovery, I was determined to avoid such a dreadful concoction. Harleen saw that resolve was unwavering, my distaste for the medicine overriding any concerns about my health.

Then he takes the medicine on the table grabbing the water that the butler served him earlier He gently put the medicine inside his mouth tugging the water and drinking it while having a bitter expression making him feel at ease after taking he tasted the medicine. He had nearly stumbled to the floor if it weren't for the table near his seat grabbing his only chance to stay in his balance 'I don't have much time to waste and before I go, I must turn Aiden - like his father, a righteous duke and not seeking revenge because it will only destroy his future more'