Bittersweet A Novel Novels & Stories

The only favours he could taste were her tears. A salty sweetness… and they came with an aftertaste. Bitterness. That was what their first kiss tasted like. A painful Bittersweetness that carried more weight than the entire city itself. A kissed, filled with her pithiness for the word ‘Guilt’ and the taste of her pity.

Every word was coated in the bitterness I couldn’t hide. He stepped down from the stairs slowly and stopped just two steps from me, freeing his hands from his pockets as he stood tall and close—almost too close. I could feel his breath, hot against my skin. My heart thumped, but I clenched my jaw. I wouldn’t back down. Even if his presence shook me to my bones, I refused to show it. “Ivanna,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw ticking. “Where the fuck are you coming from?”

Every day is a candidate for the past in the future. The good or bad ending of the journey depends on your attitude. Bittersweet memories introduce you to ways to work hard and be more grateful... Lily doesn't take all of these bitter memories she thinks more of all of this to be grateful for still having a mommy she loves "—I mean, why didn't your mother want to tell you" Lily shrugged as she replied

he asked with the hint of bitterness. My tongue stuck at that question. And I said nothing. My conscience immediately overwhelmed me because of his departure. His words cut right through me. I felt my heart stretch wider than it should. I was almost drowned by the air entering my chest. *** WHEN WE GOT back to the resort, I immediately went straight to my suite. There I caught up with Doris watching Clarence asleep. It was as if my heart was squeezing as I sat beside the naive child. Lawrence and I have just met; he will soon meet his child at any time from now on.

With only a pot of tea in front of them, things were indeed looking a little dull. “Nope,” she answered before continuing to fix her gaze on the documents in her hands. It was the most frightening when the air suddenly drowned in silence. Looking at her, she looked like she did not want to bother him any longer, so he lowered his head and looked at his phone. Meanwhile, she inadvertently took a glance at him. She felt that he was acting a little strange, but she could not tell exactly what was wrong with him. Heather poured herself a cup of tea. The tea tasted especially bitter when it was being sipped at the very beginning, but the aftertaste proved to be sweet. It was extremely good, and i

Katherine Bennet took a sip of his coffee then let out a sigh as she swallowed the bitter, milky liquid. Looking about her apartment, she felt something that she had never felt before and only realize that it was loneliness. She felt alone even though never in her five years of living here had she ever felt that way before. Shaking her head, she moved her gaze back to the screen of her laptop and continued working on the publishing contract for one of the Summers Publishing House's famous non-fiction authors, Julie St Matthews.

A Quiet… Yet Bitter Morning The morning lay unusually still, a heavy silence that carried no comfort—only a subtle bitterness seeping into the heart. Adel and Nelly sat together in the living room around the breakfast table. Nelly moved cautiously and quietly, placing the dishes before Adel, preparing the coffee with meticulous care, setting the cup near his hand, as if these small gestures could somehow repair something broken within him. Her efforts to change his state were evident: to fill the emptiness left by absence, to show a timid love, and to reach closer to a man she knew in her depths whose heart was elsewhere.

Sometimes, all you needed was a cuddly cat right by your side. I rolled over on my back and looked up at the ceiling, the plain white ceiling which illuminated under the sunlight. I usually never turned on the lights here in my room, as long as the curtain over my window was pulled up. Even at nights, the moonlight was enough to spread a light glow within my room. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, finding myself replaying everything that had happened today so far, Getting betrayed for cupcakes by Alex. Slamming into the one and only meanie. Getting a big fat C in physics. Having that short and rude conversation with the same meanie. Finding my parents at home. Receiving a strange mail add

The rich sweetness of the chocolate cake melted on her tongue, offering a satisfaction that eased the tension in her heart and made her tummy happy. “So sweet… I have been craving this”. She hummed and swung her legs happily like a child. She had an idea to enjoy the sweet moment by reading a book Jessie had recently added to her library on the novel app M********r. The title, *Don't Toy with Me, Sexiest Man of the Year* by Luchi Luchy. She chuckled at the accidental marriage proposal to the female lead and began reading more chapters, quickly finding herself drawn into the story. The escapism of the novel was exactly what she needed, the intriguing plot and rollercoaster of emotions combine

And that was enough for me to place my lips over his, without thinking twice. He at first seems taken back my action but after few seconds his lips moves against mine so softly that I felt almost melted into the sweetness of his lips. Electric current ran all over my body and slowly I encircled my arms around his neck. My taste burst almost exploded in excitement when his tongue slowly finds inside its way inside my mouth. It felt like haven like something so addictive yet so pure. I’ve never experienced any kiss in my life except that at the day of our marriage but today I realized that why they describe kiss as the sweetest thing in the world. For sure nothing could ever describe this beau