Bittersweet Novels & Stories

The contact elicited a groan of pleasure from deep within me. It was only when he pressed against me a second time that I felt it—a bitter taste creeping into my mouth. It was reminiscent of the sourness that lingers after consuming something unpleasant, transforming into an acrid bitterness that spread throughout my mouth. As the bitterness intensified, a fire ignited in my throat. I coughed and instinctively pulled away from Altair, tumbling off the bed and landing on the rugged floor. My hands gripped my throat as I yowled in agony.

he repeated bitterly, not even looking at her in the eyes and blaming her. As Kaitlyn tried to find the right words, Kyle's bitterness lingered in the air. Her heart ached, realizing that the person she longed to see was now standing before her, not with warmth but with resentment. In that moment, as Kyle's bitter words hung in the air, Kaitlyn's heart echoed with the resonance of unspoken pain. If only he could discern the fractures etched across her soul, he would have glimpsed the depth of her heartbreak, the silent sobs that reverberated within.

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"

His own arms instantly shot out to gently secure me as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me to him like I was his lifeline. My own eyes started to burn as they threatened to release the river of tears I had been holding since he started talking. I couldn’t even imagine a life without him anymore and seeing him so broken and fearful broke me. I pulled my head away from his shoulder and looked him into those grey eyes I knew I could no longer live without seeing. The emotion in his eyes- the adoration, the admiration- all consumed me and took over my mind that I found myself wordlessly leaning and connecting our lips allowing us to share a brief but tender and

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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.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

I said with a laced of bitterness. He lowered his head and gently caressed my wet cheek, so I opened my mouth to let in a small breath as tears welled in my eyes. “How can I heal your broken heart if the cause is wasn’t me?” he whispered.

Thank you all for always supporting “Sweet Treachery”. I couldn’t have asked for better fans. I love you all!!! I rush to the window to catch a glimpse Of how life used to be wonderful How there were no worries and I was at ease I had my family’s love in full But all I see is the tears of the moon In the form of dew And the life which I once knew Is now a poor shadow of itself PenaciousShewa

Each thrust was so painful with the pressure that grates her soul, making her fall into the grip on her throat. With regret for those last words she said, her life slowly drained out of her body. Her body limped but held in place by the couch. He could feel her death, still, he didn’t stop. A mind preoccupied with Sarah. It felt good, beyond a worldly pleasure to have her limp on his hand–not Britney, Sarah. Hours later, the maid came knocking on his bedroom door with a tray of coffee in her trembling hand. The dark, shiny wooden door is hell's entrance.

Oh crumbs the feeling was so harsh against her throat and her tongue seemed to burn. Truthfully it tasted like boiled vomit to her and yet Cassie was taking it like water.. However after a few minutes the feeling of boiled vomit lasted and it felt like refreshing to her tummy and strangely she craved more and more which earned her a high five from Cassie. Let's go and dance, Cassie soon spluttered after gulping the wine down and with the help of wine on Rinna's head she accepted and all walked to the floor.