Bittersweet A Novel Novels & Stories

“Oh Girly I have been waiting centuries for you, you were destined to find this man and to become a werewolf, it was written by fate long before even this man right here was born. He is our Mate, he is what connects us to life, he is where our future is. I have seen your past girly and I am sorry for the heartbreak you have endured in your life time, no child deserves to be abandoned and to feel the pain you felt. That trauma, those experiences, your choices led you to that day when he found you almost dead. Fate led you to him. Fate led him to you, Fate wrote your life story to lead you to him, to lead you to me. You always felt empty, like you needed more like you were meant for more, but

She had no idea that Asher went to such lengths. "It's better for you to stay in a small rented house than to live in jail. Just accept it...," Bastian said again. "It's time for everything to be revealed. There's no escaping it. Just accept your fate." Nicole grew even more annoyed. She pushed Bastian to leave her apartment immediately. After he left, Nicole could only lament her fate. The shadows of tonight sleeping in Alex's embrace instantly shattered. They were replaced by nightmares she never anticipated. Nicole thought all this suffering was over. However, part of her sleep was disturbed when her apartment door was repeatedly knocked on.

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.

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

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.

" I brushed him off, not wanting to start an argument or stir unnecessary trouble. I knew he was using the wedding as a threat, trying to force me to bend to his will. He had always loved manipulating me, but I refused to give in anymore. Still, I didn't show how I felt. I simply told him I'd drink the soup once it cooled down. Satisfied, assuming I'd yielded, Hades got up and walked into Olivia's room. I could hear him speaking on the phone through the slightly ajar door. "I've found the white lace and pink mesh ones. I can't seem to find the black silk set you mentioned. "It's in the bottom drawer? Oh, found it! But when did you buy this black silk set? Why didn't I know about it?"

I'm frozen, skin burning, chest heaving. He leans in one last time, his whisper threading through the noise. "Consider yourself saved." Saved. The word tastes bitter. Because it doesn't feel like salvation. It feels like exposure. Like humiliation. Like he just made me a pawn in a game I swore I'd never play. Before I can say anything, the bottle clinks again, laughter spilling over me like poison. The circle closes in, hungry for the next victim. But I can still feel his mouth on mine, his whisper in my ear, his eyes warning, daring, promising all at once.

"We have to go up. But if that lift is corrupted… it's a trap." He took another sip of the detox, its bitter truth a burning path in his throat. This wasn't just a climb anymore. It was a plunge into the unknown, a desperate gamble against a foe that twisted not just flavors, but perception, and now, even machinery itself. The ascent of bitter truth was far from over, and the serpent's sweetness had found a new, insidious way to ensnare them.

I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for supporting me on this journey! I love you all!! We have reached the end of ‘Sweet Treachery’, and I must say that it was a rollercoaster! Enjoy!! She had a wonderful life Filled with love and light It all ended when her pack Was invaded by the Rogues She became a fugitive Lost both parents And had to pick up The broken pieces Of her life. She was taken by Devilio, Humiliated and disgraced

Taking them very far away from me so far that there is no return But thankfully, nothing bad happened that day. It was a hard delivery, with the umbilical cord wrapped around Liam's neck. It was very hard for anyone to save Liam, but with Brandon's fast decision and precise moment, he could save Liam. The birth of a baby is something that no woman can forget, but for me, it was bittersweet. I was happy yet sad, sad for being all alone in the world, sad that my baby would have no one but me in his life, and happy that with all the difficulties he was brave enough to survive, presenting me with the best present of life. I was happy yet sad—sad for being all alone in the world, sad that my baby