Bittersweet Novels & Stories

Hopefully, I will find my happiness in another way. I can't cry, and I have to keep smiling. I will show all these people the correct path I choose, and they will all be satisfied even though I was devastated. Gosh, I can't be selfish. Yes, don't be selfish. I can only smile bitterly at this fact. In fact, it's more bitter than just bitter melon juice. Or the bitterest medicine you have ever taken.

And sooner or later, it would slip. Elizabeth didn’t seem like a scheming woman at all. She was polite, kind, and sweet. That only made him more suspicious. “Sweet women… are the worst.” Elizabeth was part of a deal for a hefty cash reward, a contract, nothing more. And he would do everything in his power to keep his distance. Damn it... he whispered, annoyed with himself. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a generous shot of whiskey. He took a slow sip, staring at his own reflection in the glass of the bookshelf.

I smile in satisfaction, enjoying the taste of the drink, which even though bitter, does not cancel out the sweet taste of this night, it being a pity that it is coming to an end. But tomorrow will be a new day, a much better one....

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 lady with smooth skin, crimson eyes, pink thin lips, and brown shoulder-length hair stood by the door. She wore a blue bodycon dress which matched her white bohemian earrings. Teddy removed his eyes on her and faced the wall. He rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me that you are thinking about that bit**ch again" she shouted in frustration. Bitc*h? That word did not sit well with Teddy. Even though he has a lot of women around him, it's Crystal who has the crown to his heart. She is an angel to him. Calling Crystal a bitch was like daring him.

Drake didn’t answer her and held her hand, who was hugging him. “Some chocolates are filled with sweetness. some are balanced, but some are bitter because there is no sugar added. But do you know where they all came from? They all came from bitterness. One's life isn’t a life if he doesn’t experience the bitterness of living. Still, just like chocolate, there would be a time when it would expire. We can do nothing but accept that fact and move on.” Kianna keeps silent. She was surprised to hear Drake say those words. It isn’t like him to use such words. Still, his words help her think in a positive way.

Sweet said cut Blood cut him off before rush up stairs. "T-thank you." Blood said that Sweet stunned a little. Bitter smirked as he watch Blood run up stairs, he looked at his twin brother Sweet who looked shock. "That!" Sweet said and pointed at Blood and looked t Bitter. "Did he just thank me for saving that motherf*cker? Ha! for so many years that we've been friends---he is making me feel that I want to kill him, damn it. To all the thing I did, this is one time he thank me ha." Sweet said as he stood up mumbling this things as he walks away shaking his head.

Marking me from the inside while his teeth stayed buried in my neck. The bite throbbed in rhythm with his cock. A permanent mark now,Irreversible. When the knot eased he didn’t pull out right away, he stayed buried. Licked the fresh wound soothing. Kissed it. Kissed my tears. I touched the bite, my fingers coming away bloody, I smiled through the sting..“Forever?” I whispered. He kissed me, reverent. “Forever.” We fell asleep tangled together. His cock still half-hard inside me. Knot gone but the claim permanent.

“What work? Work can wait. You’re off now—it’s time to spend with your wife and child.” In the kitchen, the soup simmered quietly. An empty bowl was placed in front of James. “Go on, get your wife a bowl of soup,” Mrs. Chancer urged. “…Alright.” James fetched a bowl and returned, placing it gently in front of Charlotte. His mind wandered to what Melvin had said earlier—the coffee metaphor. Bitter coffee sweetened with sugar. But when the sweetness fades, all that’s left is cloying regret. So who was bitter coffee? Sarah… or Charlotte?

"Don't chew it, but savor it." Sashal took one piece, peeling the cover, then put an orange candy in her mouth. “It's sour.” "Yes, it is. Ahem, in my country, there's a phrase that says that... to get rid of bitterness, fight it with other bitterness. It will make you forget the previous bitterness. That's what the sour candy is for." Sashal drew a thin smile on her face as she kept savoring the candy in her mouth until the candy melted. Then she opened her mouth.