Pretty Poisoned Novel by Elle Mitchell

“Nah, I can’t take it,” he says. He pulls the sling over his head and then sits at the edge of the bed with his guitar in his lap. “Hopefully, I’ll see it again soon, though. I think maybe it’d be easier to actually leave my fucking arm on the bus.” “You will,” I tell…

I tell her I love you She says I’ll make some calls. Maybe we can share a room with nice, thick padded walls We’ll stay there forever, I’ll keep you so close Do you think they can fit two people in one of those white coats? But they won’t get to lock me up They’re…

I don’t breathe as they pass me, filing into the bathroom behind Declan. One of the three helps Declan pull Luca to his feet. The masked man kneels and removes some clothing from a backpack. “Girls, help him get these bloody clothes off and get changed,” Declan says. “Then, Luca, you’re going to follow them…

She rubs River’s back as she guides her over to the couch. “What happened?” Hazel asks her. “Tell me everything.” I stay there in the doorway for a few minutes, watching them, before I realize I’m not wanted here right now. I did this—it’s my fault. I don’t deserve comfort. Lowering my gaze, I walk…

“What would you do for me, Teagan?” he asks. “Anything…” I tell him as he fucks me through the aftershocks, my entire body shuddering. “Tell me you love me,” he demands. “You said I didn’t have to.” “I changed my mind,” he groans. “Fuck…you do love me, don’t you, Teagan?” “Yes…” “Look at me and…

“No,” Declan snaps. “Literally in my pocket,” Luca clarifies. “It’s just a tiny bit of cocaine; it won’t hurt her. You’ve got friends now, baby; you want to do some drugs with me?” I turn to Declan. “Can I have drugs? Please?” “Fine. But only because you asked for permission nicely,” Declan says. He runs…

I killed someone. The grey hoodie is nothing but a tattered, shredded mess, saturated in blood. I must have stabbed her—I don’t know—thirty times. I didn’t have to. I could have gone for help after I got the gun away from her, but I didn’t. I liked the way it felt when the knife cut…

“You better stop,” Luca says. “We’re supposed to leave in forty minutes, and if you don’t, one or both of you are going to get fucked again.” “Forty minutes, really? Shit,” River says. “I’d better go. If I leave this stuff here, can you change her bandage, or do you want me to do it?”…

“Shut the fuck up,” Declan scoffs. I hear his footsteps stop beside me and feel him looking down at me. When I don’t look up, he reaches for me, using two fingers to tilt my chin toward him. My eyes meet his, and he leans in, kissing me on the lips slowly, deeply. His tongue…

Luca’s brow furrows. “Jessica?” “From high school,” Declan clarifies. “Oh…like what?” “Do you want me to tell you in front of Teagan?” he asks. Luca shrugs. “She’s heard the worst of it now anyway, hasn’t she? She’ll hear whatever this is, too.” “That you were a sadistic stalker, and she spent years terrified of you….