Bittersweet A Novel Novels & Stories

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

But Sweet was unlike anyone she had ever met, and the connection between them seemed to defy logic. Was there a possibility of something more than just an employer-employee relationship? Seline's heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly reined in her emotions. She had to tread carefully, especially when her heart and her head seemed to be at odds. As the night deepened outside her window, Seline found herself lost in the quiet moments of introspection. The stinging sensation on her waist was a physical reminder of Sweet’s touch. She knew that there were no easy answers, no quick resolutions. Whatever lay ahead would require her to navigate uncharted waters, where the whispers of tende

Instead, it was a text from an unsaved number, though she knew exactly who it was. “Still thinking about my taste?” Sloane gasped, her grip tightening on the phone. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and a sudden, traitorous heat flooded her pelvis. She wanted to block the number, to scream, to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she stared at the screen for five minutes, her breathing becoming shallow. She didn't reply, but the seed of craving had been planted. That evening, the mandatory league mixer arrived. It was a high-end event designed for networking, filled with wealthy donors and arrogant executives. Sloane hated these things, but she had no choice. She wore a sharp, tailor

His own arms instantly shot out to gently secure me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me to him like I was his lifeline. My own eyes started to burn as they threatened to release the river of tears I had been holding since he started talking. I couldn’t even imagine a life without him anymore and seeing him so broken and fearful broke me. I pulled my head away from his shoulder and looked him into those grey eyes I knew I could no longer live without seeing. The emotion in his eyes- the adoration, the admiration- all consumed me and took over my mind that I found myself wordlessly leaning and connecting our lips allowing us to share a brief but tender and bittersweet kiss- a ki

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?

An hour later, we finished going over everything. As Marcus packed up his things, he pulled out a small box and handed it to me. "This is for you." I took the box and opened it. Inside was a delicate silver bookmark, engraved with a tiny flower. "It's beautiful," I said with a smile. "Thanks, Mr. Perfect." His ears turned red as he replied, "You're welcome. I just saw it and thought it was perfect for you, so I bought it."

something always came to tear it away? I sat down and hugged my knees closer to my chest and looked at the picnic basket beside me. Everything was left cold and untouched. I reached inside the basket and picked up the chocolate bar Ingrid had saved just for me. My favorite one. I began to slowly unwrap it. The chocolate used to taste so sweet and comforting. It was my small piece of happiness. I took a bite and chewed slowly. But this time, it tasted bitter. Like raw cocoa. No sugar. No comfort. Just... empty.

Niyati mumbled softly and took a relief of breath thinking that her child is fine. Then, Neela continued saying," You know what Mommy. Uncle brings different types of chocolates and candies for me every day. He brought so many different types of chocolates which I never tasted before." Hearing Neela, Niyati felt a sting inside her chest. Neela's words reminded her of a past incident when Niyati & Shivanah were together. Niyati's heart started beating fast and she remembered something from her past. Flashback ( " It's the 139th day after our marriage and its 139 number of flower," Niyati said smelling the flower which she has seen for the first time in her life.

All fractured. Then she saw Tristan. He was walking away. But not toward the light. Toward the dark. And she heard his voice again. “Don’t forget me.” --- She opened her eyes in darkness. Cara was gone. The mirror was whole. And inside it—her own face. But smiling in a way she never had. She reached out. And the reflection reached back. --- Their fingers met. Not glass. Flesh. Warm. Alive. Yvette jerked her hand back, but it was too late. Her fingers burned—not with heat, but memory. Flash-cuts of moments she had not lived—lives she had not lived—rushed through her nerves like electricity.

She always does when she thinks I’m unraveling—as if warm tea and quiet care can fix something this deep. I cross the room and pick up the cup, the warmth seeping into my palm. I bring it to my lips and take a slow sip. It’s sweet. Too sweet. But beneath that sweetness… there’s something else. Something I can’t quite place. Bitter. Not strong enough to make me stop—but enough to make my brow furrow slightly as I swallow. “…weird,” I murmur, glancing down at the cup as if it might explain itself before shrugging it off.