Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell

“Is this what you want?” I ask. I take over, pumping him from base to tip. He says nothing as I expect him to, and I stay there, stroking him, the head of his cock centimeters away from my lips until precum leaks from the tip. I lick it clean, running my tongue over the…

“I told you not to follow me home,” I tell Fake Luca, even though I’m happy to see him. “And I don’t know, probably. I really miss you.” “This isn’t your home, though. Or is it?” “It’s not a home at all; it’s a place where monsters go when they need rest.” “But you’re not…

“Please don’t hurt me!” Nate cries. “Just…let me go. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I wanted to call the police—just ask her. I won’t tell anybody.” “What do you think?” I shrug. “He’s not lying, but he’s seen me. He knows my name.” I pass him the knife. “I don’t want to do it,…

“Stop talking.” We head east at the same high speeds for about forty-five minutes before turning onto dirt roads. Eventually, we pull up to a home—or something like it. It’s a dark grey concrete structure built almost entirely into the side of a cliff. He pulls into a garage underneath the house, and I follow…

Bone Saw stands, grabbing a fist full of my hair, and drags me on my knees toward that first bedroom I found. As he crosses the threshold, he kicks the door shut and turns off the light. Once we reach the bed he throws me forward, and I land face down on the bed. “Spread…

“No,” he says. “If you ever tell anyone or show up uninvited, you’ll be dead.” “Cool,” I reply. “You look stupid. There’s no way you’re really reading that fucking newspaper in this lighting with a mask on. How’d you even get it?” “You look stupid sleeping on the bathroom floor. Why’d you do that?” “It…

“Whatever man you’ve been seeing. There was no note. Does he have a name?” I scoff. “No, he doesn’t have a name. And that man would not send me flowers.” “Well, someone did,” she says. “We have a dinner to get to, but please, Teagan. Get out of bed. Take a shower, go for a…

What if they’re not here? But as soon as I think it, the knob begins to turn, and the door opens just a crack—just enough for whoever’s inside to peek out. “Teagan?” River says. “Is that you?” I think I’m going to vomit. “Yeah,” I say. She opens the door another foot, then reaches out,…

“I don’t know—” Hazel starts. “Why not?” River asks. “She’s right. It was real for us, too, and we were a family. And she’s in trouble—she’s not safe, either. We can’t leave her.” Hazel looks between the two of us, then leans forward in her chair and sighs. “There is one person…who really did care…

“Bye, Teagan,” Hazel says. “Bye.” Holding my breath, I turn the knob and walk out the door, closing it softly behind me. The girl I hoped I could be again—the one who never cried—loses as I walk around the side of the house and retrieve my phone from the gravel under the window. She loses…