Novel & Cerita Bitter And Sweet

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 5 𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑙..... 𝐵𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛... 𝐶𝑖𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠...

Goodness, she looked awful yet not so awful. Reluctantly dragging my eyes away from my disgust, I took a large gulp from my beer. It wasn't my first time drinking, but it wasn't something I indulged myself in. Alcohol doesn't solve problems, they just numb them for a while, my dad always said. Landing my eyes involuntarily at her choice of footwear, I was amazed as to how on earth black could ever become an irking shade of brown. Her converse sneakers were quite worn out.

“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his.

(End of flashback) Though my body was reacting, my brain seemed to have stopped functioning well. Trevor’s tongue was expertly ravishing my mouth. I hadn’t let anyone kissed me like this! And however hot and yummy he was, would I just let him do this to me after what he said to me at the office? He had no right to possess me which he said a while ago. We weren’t even a couple and I wasn’t his bitch! I turned my head to the other side to break the kiss and pushed him from me. But as I expected, I couldn’t even budge him. I tried to clump my lips and finally I felt him stiffen before he at last released my lips. We were both breathing in gasps. His eyes were very dark and he was looking at me

She’s the sweet in the bitter. She’s the heart I never had.

My thoughts churned like a stormy sea, crashing against the shores of reason, leaving behind a trail of shattered expectations. Each bite felt like a bitter pill, a reminder of the emptiness that loomed within. The flavors melded together in a monotonous symphony, devoid of any joy or satisfaction. It was a reflection of my current state, a tasteless reminder of the bitterness that had seeped into every facet of my existence.

She was brewing Jasmine tea in our kitchen like it could fix all troubles in my little world. She used to cool the cup with two spoons of honey. “Sip, little dumpling,” she’d murmur, and my name in her mouth made me feel invincible. The tea was honey-sweet, with a bitterness that only arrived after the second spoon. I thought that was what love tasted like—warm up front, bitter sweet in the afterthought. Years later the bitterness got a diploma and a label: tincture, solution, microdose. But back then it was just a flavor that made me stronger in all the ways I couldn’t name.

Every time he opens his mouth, my whole body is on fire! But I have to endure. This is better than the rock. But I wish this night will end... I wish this night will end..!!!! --------------------------------------------------------- Authors POV Alright there you go! Hope you enjoyed it. Dont forget to drop your votes and comments and sorry po. .medyo mahaba compared sa iba...

Her gaze shifted from the food on the plate to look at me. "But sometimes bitter taste is needed in life." She looked at me with an intense gaze. "If I'm sick, I have to take medicine to get better, most of the medicine tastes bitter. And over time the bitter taste of the medicine will disappear by itself after I take it." "Wow, what an analogy!" Aubrey smiled at me, I didn't even think Aphrodite would say that. I couldn't guess what was going on in her mind, and I don't think Aubrey must have thought about it either.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.