Bittersweet Books Novels & Stories

It turned out that Alan would settle down for someone—that person just was never going to be me. Amid the lively commotion and laughter, I walked out with a smile while clutching the pregnancy test report and the check. I should not disturb their wonderful time. The first heavy snow of winter fell quietly. This was my seventh year with Alan. He remained young, reckless, flirtatious, and thrill-seeking, but I was no longer young. I pulled out my phone. Alan had sent me a message: [Send me proof of the abortion when it's done.] I knew he was worried I would go back on my word, but seeing those words still made my heart ache. Before coming here, I had already mentally prepared myself for two ou

After all, if such news were to reach the ears of other people, who knew how badly it was going to get twisted out of proportion? Meanwhile, Giselle had been receiving a lot of harassing messages lately. Every time she blocked the account, another new account would continue sending her strange messages. The most absurd thing was, that person would recommend some novels for her to read! But they were all anti-romance novels with a moral theme. Among them, the most frequently recommended ones were the stories of an uncle and his nephew's wife. Giselle picked a few to read. There were twists and turns to the plot, but all of them had the same tragic ending.

Even though the room consisted of three main colors; black, white, and grey, it still found a way to look lively yet sophisticated. On the walls were beautiful posters and art pieces and the furniture was just exquisite. “I've already placed the clothes I bought at the store in your bedroom,” Allison said. Arya smiled in approval and nodded her head. “Ok. Thank you.” Arya thanked Allison once again. Even if the woman was rude and arrogant, she still had to be polite. After all, Allison would be her future sister-in-law; if everything goes according to plan. “Yeah...whatever. I’ll be leaving now.” Allison said then made her way towards the door.

Her urge to comfort to me immediately makes me feel better, "The good stuff." "Andrew is super smart," I start, unable to stop my sad smile as I think about him, "He knows everything about everything, he loves to read things just to learn, but his favorite hobby is reading romance books, human nonsense. When we ran away from Reynard we couldn't take luggage with us, but Andrew brought his favorite book and all the time he made his wolf carry it on his muzzle. He had it all the time... he only lost it when we were arrested."

She gulped greedily, whimpering with each sip. His mate, his, only his. END OF BOOK 1

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations: