Syringeon X Bittergiggle Novels & Stories

"You won't beat me, bitch! I have more experience in my little finger than what you have amassed in your short life span! Your power must still be too unstable to use which means all you have is your little wolf and it will not beat me, even if you turn!" Jonathan seemed to think he had everything figured out, a sinister smirk stretching across his lips as he brandished what seemed to be a syringe filled with dark liquid. I frowned at the sight of it, retreating slightly to prepare myself for whatever trick he had up his sleeve. This seemed to please him, a sinister smile stretching across his lips.

Hailey brought forth her hands placing a syringe and needle on her palm. It contained a tiny liquid in the barrel of the syringe. If Megan understood what was happening then she was only deceiving herself. “Don't worry you won't die. You will just sleep for a few minutes”. Brittany smirked, twirling slightly in excitement.

“Okay… courage… courage…” I whispered shakily, encouraging myself as if no one could hear. Mr. Dorian studied me. I met his gaze with trembling eyes, pressing my hand onto his shoulder firmly. “My dear patient, don’t worry!” I murmured in a gentle tone, forcing a confident smile. “This syringe is from future Nurse Amara. Fast, smooth, and not painful at all, okay?” He raised his eyebrows slowly, rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh, and commented sarcastically:

Booze asked, eyeing the syringe in her hand. Flicking her finger on the syringe, she gave him a devilish grin. "Well, since I don't trust you, I decided to do this." Not waiting for him to respond, she stabbed him in his thigh with force. He let out the loudest scream he had ever released in his life. Patricia started laughing, leaving the syringe on his leg, enjoying his screams, which sounded like the perfect tone to her ears but like a screeching cat to him. He stopped shouting when his vocal cords couldn't take it anymore, resulting in coughing fits. He managed to stop. "I swear you are sick, f**king mental."

He laughed loudly as he touched himself. He walked to the table and took another syringe. It was identical to the one injected into Gigi. He hissed as he inserted the needle into his muscles. Gigi cried silently. She knew he was going to violate her, that much was certain. She knew what that liquid in the syringe was—a sex drug. A drug that enhanced libido. And she could already feel its effects on her body. She had promised herself that she would not let another man touch her after Fabian, but those promises were being broken against her will.