Bittersweet Books Novels & Stories

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“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

I sighed "Lauren." Ben called and I raised my eyebrows waiting for him "Hmm?" "You don't have to be afraid tha-" "I know." I gave him a kiss on the lips and smiled "I haven't finish my sen-" "Sentence?" I cut him and he pinched my nose "Sneaky little duck" He chuckled "What will happen to them?" I asked to Ben "Tania will move on and Paul will regret this time for the rest of his life." Ben answered while sipping on his greentea frap

An enormous man named Nate Bitters: rotund, flamboyant, versed in several world languages as head of the library’s Collections Department, and sole witness to the hit-and-run that took his wife’s life. Mr. Nate Bitters, an odd duck he was, or so they liked to whisper around town. Odder yet since his disappearance. One minute he’s giving a quick, jittery account of what he saw to the authorities, and the following day—abracadabra—he’s gone. Smoke in the wind. No messages, no traces, nothing. Gone, like an obese Harry Houdini. What in the hell?

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.