Novel & Cerita Bitter/sweet Destiny 2

"No, I don't want you and will never want you" He said and that immediately got thingd complicated. Jasmine angrily shot the gun at Corey and he fell screaming out in discomfort. " Last chance! Yes or no". She left Corey deciding again.. Corey looked at me, back to her again and then said.. "No!" He said and immediately Jasmine shot me. Corey and I fell next to each others, our eyes purely crying out, we heard Jason and the rest begging but Jasmine shot us again and this time everywhere blackened..

She teased me with a scrutinizing gaze and disapproaving twist of her mouth. "I'm suicidal." I watched her mouth drop as I let out those two words. She really didn't see that coming and I really wasn't expecting myself to admit to the sad truth I've been trying to deny. Those wounds weren't planned but I was happy to have them. Hoping to bleed to death and be free from all my shit. Maybe then my demons would finally let me be. Fuck my life. I'm screwed.

After that, you got dead drunk and cried the entire way home. [That was when I knew you would never get over her.] [Luckily for you, she came back.] [Ethan, if you two get back together, you’ll restore my faith in love.] I froze. The sweet chocolate in my mouth suddenly tasted bitter. I did not have a sweet tooth, but I specifically loved this brand of chocolate. It was all because Ethan used two pieces of chocolate from this brand to win my heart three years ago. Back then, he was chased out of his house with nothing to his name and struggled to build a company from scratch.

Not quite the right word. The truth was, Damian had never understood Michael’s actions. He had always considered his brother immoral, debauched, and utterly lacking in principles. Even amidst wartime hardships, while the nation suffered, all Michael cared about was his lust and his drinking. He had ultimately met his end from an infectious disease he contracted during one of his reckless escapades. And with no direct heirs, the title of Duke of Hartess had passed to Damian, the only remaining brother and, much to the country’s delight, its war hero.

Not physical heat but spiritual. Two figures stand waiting, A man with streaks of silver in his dark hair and sharp grey eyes, and a woman with long white-blonde hair braided down her back, her eyes piercing blue like cracked ice. The Alpha and Luna of the Predator pack. Declan and Amber Greystone. My grandparents. I don’t fall to my knees, I don’t cry, I just stand there, frozen and slightly confused. Until Amber Greystone walks forward and slowlyraises a trembling hand to my face.

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

They drank the juice happily unknown to the fact that Shivansh has mixed sleeping pills in that juice. Very soon Orni and her children lost their consciousness and Shivansh felt guilty looking at their face. Stopping the car, Shivansh took a few deep breaths and remembered Niyati & Neela's face closing his eyes. Opening his eyes he again looked at Orni and a painful expression appeared on his face. He punched the steering wheel helplessly and cursed his Destiny for putting him into such dilemma. ***************************************

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

Build a public playground, fix some schools which are in need, and many more. Arissa exhaled heavily. She knows that her foster mom would never ask her to support the orphanage anymore but still, she feels a burden deep inside her heart to help them out. Whatever and whenever she was able to do, she would do it. “Arissa…” “Yes?” “Come here….” “Sure..” She runs lightly to Vika and ready to fulfill her first assignment. …………………………………………………………………………………………… “Next… “ “Yes…holddd….” “Good….Keep pose…..”