Bittersweet Novels & Stories

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.

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.

It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree. A heavy sigh came out of my mouth and nose after I took a sip from the goblet I was holding. The wine tastes sweet, and there's a little bitterness in its taste, but it's tolerable. Well, I have read that the bitterness of wine matches its sweetness. Life is like that. Bitterness, which is the thing that makes us feel awful, and sweetness, which symbolizes happiness, are well mixed to make life balanced. My eyes closed their lids, and a couple of tears raced to the tip of my chin.

But she still forced a stubborn smile. “Not bad.” Dwyn didn’t hesitate. He drank it in one go. Then his whole body locked up, gaze empty for a beat. Goselle panicked and shoved his shoulder. “Dwyn? Are you okay?” A long moment later, he finally breathed out two words. “So bitter.” Relief loosened in my chest. If he could taste bitterness, he wasn’t beyond saving. I handed him the second cup. He took it, but frowned. “It’s too bitter. Do you have sugar?”

The slight bitterness on the liquor was telling her to remember the past while its dull sweetness wanted her to turn over a new leaf. “Oh, I want to drink more of this.”

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

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.

“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?