Bittersweet Book Summary Novels & Stories

She saw a name written on the first page of the book. CLYDE JOHNSON DEL ESPANIA. She couldn't help but smile. What a perfect name for someone as handsome as him. It was as if the name was perfectly made for him. She closed the book and took her time to kiss it before she realized something. She could taste a hint of bitterness at the tip of her tongue. She even licked her lips to make sense of the taste. It was bitter, nothing like she'd ever tasted before. That was when she realized the state of the book just a few minutes before. She hadn't even wiped all of the dirt off her face, and there were still traces of it left on her lips!

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.

she was nodding her head as she turned around, and was almost running to her room. I had expected a heated confrontation with that woman, not a dramatic argument with her brother. The thing was, it was none of my business, but seeing her look so sad brought a strange pang in my chest. Damn. I was becoming soft. This was expected, being around women, especially my little sister, Carrie, whom I thought I would never see nor touch again; she grew fiery but delicate. Fate had its twisted way of bringing pieces together, and Asher's life was forever changed. The latter was so in love I swore he'd crawl on his knees if Carrie ordered him to. Having said that, I was happy for them. *

Elizabeth chuckled in a very amused, old person kind of way. She continued. “Grief does strange things to folks. He promised me enough money for the rest of my life and then went home to his pregnant wife and their children. I stayed here and bought the Wild Anemone when the family that owned it went back east. Years later, his wife came out to meet the family harlot, but even with what I’d done, she showed me kindness. She never let it make her bitter. You know your wife wasn’t faithful, but you kept it to yourself to spare her daughter and that’s a good start for you. The question is, young Lloyd, where do you go once the final papers are filed? Are you going to follow the gossip and be bi

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

A very tiring one. "Sure." I murmured slowly, a bit aware of the stares I was getting. I didn't have anything else to do anyway, and this seemed like a great way for a distraction. Once I heard the bell ringing, I got up and collected my books, passing Brody a small smile. And when he smiled back, I'm sure I heard few girls swooning behind me. With those auburn curls and green eyes, I'm pretty sure nobody could've resisted him. With me, however, it was different.

Third Person POV The two older guys sat by the lake with their fishing hooks in the water but their minds wandering. They were both lost in thoughts, trying to understand why their perfect plan backfired. To Elise, he raised a good son with great standards and he feels Mila fits that standard whiles Chris thought that he has such a beautiful daughter who can't be resisted by any man. But how come she got resisted by the one person he had always wanted her to get married to?. He worried that if his daughter doesn't marry Bentley, she wouldn't be able to get married ever, since she pushes all eligible suitors away. But is he ready to push his will on her? he mentally nodded telling himself tha

And in the end, she saw the impossible happen. The pages became a mirror of her soul. With every paragraph, Elizabeth felt less alone. Someone had already gone through something as painful as what she was now experiencing… and survived. She overcame it. That story was, in a way, a reflection of what she herself was going through. Not with the same details, but with the same pain of loving someone who seemed out of reach. She closed the book slowly and set it on her lap.

When I had enough, I got back up to the top and inhaled deeply. What was going on with me? I felt really tired. How could Alpha Nate have betrayed me? Tears cascaded down my cheeks and I sniffled. All the hard work I'd been engaging in. Was it all worthless? What had I been doing wrong to make Alpha Nate hate me this much? It was tiring. Was there no one I could hold close to my heart who would not betray me? Now I knew Alpha Nate and Zaria North had both been serving the Shadow Wolves.

Her conscience for the most part had been cleared and he was once more free to live the life they had initially stolen from him. There was a bittersweet sadness that filled her as she watched the handsome young man she'd fallen in love with disappear down the road once he'd been out of her direct eyeline and hot tears once more trailed down her supple cheeks as she made the slow walk back toward her home where she had to endure the fury of her sisters who had also been in the process of their pregnancies.