Bitter And Sweet Novels & Stories

“What do you taste?” “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But there is a hint of something sweet like cherries mixed with something tart like raspberries. But it’s not unpleasant. Why isn’t it bitter, though?” “Because it’s not that store-bought shit or the over-priced city crap. Now, do this.”

Fia held her cup of coffee and blew on it before taking a sip. She smiled at Barbara, who was surprised. “To me, drinking coffee is drinking coffee, not sugar and milk.” “It’s too bitter!” Thinking about the taste was enough to make Barbara frown. “Life is already bitter enough. Why not give yourself a little sweetness?” “I like bitter gourd,” Fia mindlessly replied. “However, it is because bitter gourd is in essence bitter, it is not that I am finding bitterness for myself.”

He asked very angrily and that's when I returned from my la-la land. I replied with a tight smile," I will be back with your coffee, SSSiiirrr." I pronounced the word Sir very sarcastically and started going towards the door to leave this room. I am feeling suffocated seeing his face. Before I could leave the room he said," 1 cube of sugar. I hope you remember. After all, once you liked to make coffee in that way." I turned my head and replied letting out a mocking smile," I don't forget so easily. Either it's about love or humiliation."

It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree. A heavy sigh came out of my mouth and nose after I took a sip from the goblet I was holding. The wine tastes sweet, and there's a little bitterness in its taste, but it's tolerable. Well, I have read that the bitterness of wine matches its sweetness. Life is like that. Bitterness, which is the thing that makes us feel awful, and sweetness, which symbolizes happiness, are well mixed to make life balanced. My eyes closed their lids, and a couple of tears raced to the tip of my chin.

Way bad. What else was I supposed to do at that boring party? Wait around for Caden to tell me the actual reason behind that text message? Alex was chill with the idea of me drinking one of those alcoholic shots, and when he was all okay about something, it didn't bother me as well. Besides, he was there with me. I had always been kind of curious, wondering how it tasted like. As much as I knew, I've always heard people describing it having a burning taste. I never got to know it, though. Until now.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

The games are normally about teamwork and athleticism but I have a feeling this year is much more than just that. I turn to check on the others and what they make of this short and unsettling speech. Sergei and Irina are busy talking it through using their mind-link, Anatoli just got up to get some food. Jenna just sits there, on her face a look of shock and disbelieve. “What’s wrong babe?” I turn to her and stretch out to hold her hand. “She’s my Mate.” She murmurs. “She, she’s too perfect. Her scent is a mix of mango, strawberries and mint, her voice is smooth like silk and have you seen how she looks. She is like a goddess, how on earth is she going to even like me!” Jenna whimpers and I

she asked him angrily, demonstrating her frustration. It was not until now that you started taking your medication, he reminded her. She spoke with a serious expression on her face as she explained, "I despise those medicines because they have a bitter taste." "I do not understand how something with such a pleasant flavor could possibly be medicine. It is true what the sages have said: "The things that are good for you are always bitter in taste, and the dishes that are bad for your health are always sweet in a way that," he explains as he takes the medicine into his hands, "good habits are difficult to follow, and bad habits are easy to pick up."

Little Miss Spitfire bursts through the door again, her face pulled up in a tight grim. I am sure she is trying so hard to not scream at me. She bounces forward, stretching the cup in the air. I grab it and take a sip. “Good one.” I say, and continue typing. The coffee tastes great; the right amount of sugar fits in. Coffee is dark and bitter, but with enough sugar, it covers the bitterness so all that remains is just the sweet savour on your tongue. “Sugar is healthy.” Her voice chirps in my head, her smile flashing through my memory.

I smile in satisfaction, enjoying the taste of the drink, which even though bitter, does not cancel out the sweet taste of this night, it being a pity that it is coming to an end. But tomorrow will be a new day, a much better one....