Novel & Cerita Bittersweet

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?

Three years after my husband, George Martins, cheated and begged to come home, I cheated too. He rushed home to find me lying on our marital bed. My skin was covered in fresh love bite marks and dark bruises. "George, no wonder you cheated on me so many times. "I get it now. It feels amazing." George's eyes snapped wide. His gaze turned bloodshot. He grabbed my throat and slammed me into the mattress. "Clara, do you really hate me this much? "I came home! I became the perfect husband! What more do you want from me?" He wasn't lying. For three years, he did everything to make me feel safe. He handed over his phone every night. He video-called me every five minutes whenever he left t

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"

“Lulu said that since you dislike the bitterness of the medicine, you must have a candy afterward.” Carissa took the candy, savoring its sweet and sour taste in her mouth. In truth, she had long since overcome her fear of bitter medicine. As a child, she had indeed dreaded the taste of medicine. Her small face would be scrunched up in distaste as she clung to her mother. Her parents and brothers all felt pained for her. But now, who was there for her to show her displeasure to? Whom could she cling to? In a moment of melancholy, the sweetness in her mouth faded, leaving only the bitterness of the medicine and the sour taste—much like the unexpected emotions that occasionally surged within he

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