Bittersweet Books Novels & Stories

Bill's ego was completely destroyed. Alice almost felt sorry for Bill, but only almost. Her body was tingling in anticipation of delivering a bruising spanking to his round, firm ass and eliminating forever his arrogance. Her nipples were hard and her cunt was on fire. She was glad she was wearing a skimpy skirt and a thong of thin silky material. She already anticipated the feel of his naked boy-body through the thin fabric.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Heat flared through her at the memory of his fingers inside her. “We can use the demographic tables for the slides,” she said, voice still rough. Liam’s fingers brushed the side of her wrist in a slow stroke. “The catalog should have the full P*F behind the paywall.” They stood together. Maya’s legs felt unsteady. He followed close behind her as they walked to the computer terminals near the reference section. The floor was nearly empty. One student sat far away with headphones on. The librarian’s desk was dark. Liam logged in, found the article, and started the d******d. While the progress bar crawled he turned his head and spoke against her hair.

It's nice to be thought of as delicate, because that means he pays attention. He then left with a kind good-night and sad smile. I think it's called a bittersweet smile. Maybe so, maybe not. I wouldn't know. Shakespeare isn't one of my favorites. My taste was more of Frances Hodgson Burnett if you get my drift. (Frances Hodgson Burnett is the author of the novel The Secret Garden. I read that in third grade and I still reminisce about it. Totally fine if you don't get Cayce's drift. -I.M.)

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“Please— deeper, please, I can’t take it anymore. I’ve been aching since this afternoon. I need you to fill me… I need you to use me—” I gave her another inch. Then another. Slow. Controlled. Until I was finally halfway inside her tight, soaked heat. She was burning around me, clenching like she was trying to drag me straight to the hilt. Every tiny movement of her hips only made me hold her wrists firmer and stay exactly where I was. I leaned down and bit the side of her neck, hard enough to make her cry out, then licked slowly over the mark, tasting the salt of her skin. The sound she made went straight to my cock.

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

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.

Grateful, even. Instead, I felt… hollow. The food had been perfect—luxurious and comforting all at once. But the seat across from me had stayed empty. Josh hadn’t come back. He hadn’t even called. Stop it, I scolded myself. You knew what this was. Still, something about the way he sent that meal—without asking, without boasting—gnawed at me. I didn’t know what it meant. Maybe nothing. My phone lit up again. Silver: You awake? Because I need to tell you about this man’s obsession with crystals and why I think he might be cursed.

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.