Bittersweet Novels & Stories

A sharp sound ripped through the quiet. Fierce gusts tore across the open space. Yet here we stood, still moving forward without pause. A sharp heat lingered on the lips. Bitterness stayed long after it ended. Like grief. Bitter taste stuck in my throat, just like all those empty words before. Breathless, we pulled away - our faces still close - then his brow touched my forehead. Eyes wild. Breath ragged. He coughed out a curse, voice rough like gravel under boots.

She'll make you curse, but she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate, you just can't help it No, no you'll play along Let her lead you on, on, on You'll be saying, "No, no" Then saying, "Yes, yes, yes" 'Cause she messin' with your head Oh, she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"

"We have to go up. But if that lift is corrupted… it's a trap." He took another sip of the detox, its bitter truth a burning path in his throat. This wasn't just a climb anymore. It was a plunge into the unknown, a desperate gamble against a foe that twisted not just flavors, but perception, and now, even machinery itself. The ascent of bitter truth was far from over, and the serpent's sweetness had found a new, insidious way to ensnare them.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

It turned out that Alan would settle down for someone—that person just was never going to be me. Amid the lively commotion and laughter, I walked out with a smile while clutching the pregnancy test report and the check. I should not disturb their wonderful time. The first heavy snow of winter fell quietly. This was my seventh year with Alan. He remained young, reckless, flirtatious, and thrill-seeking, but I was no longer young. I pulled out my phone. Alan had sent me a message: [Send me proof of the abortion when it's done.] I knew he was worried I would go back on my word, but seeing those words still made my heart ache. Before coming here, I had already mentally prepared myself for two ou

It's such a waste that I'm not a man, or I'd be the first one in line fighting to ask you out. Maddie smiled bashfully and said, "Stop teasing me, Giselle." Giselle was lost for words. All hope was gone. There was no cure for Maddie anymore. She could not even tell when someone was being sarcastic. Giselle had her fair share of meeting people like Maddie before. Those who heeded her advice had a happy ending. As for those who ignored her advice, all they could do in the end was cry in regret. The girl sitting in front of her was stubborn beyond salvation.

What more proof did I need? But why was he after me? I couldn’t figure out his bipolar attitude. Once he was abusing me, judging me, and breaking my heart with his harsh words. In the next minute, he was nursing me back to health. Again, the next day he was after my business again, like the worst enemy alive! I would really go crazy trying to figure him out.

Chapter 53: Bitter Entanglement Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A rolling storm had been of no consequence to the two young lovers coupled inside the room at The Salt Mill Tavern, on Fifth and Main. The noises within had been thankfully drowned out by the crackle of thunder and the flashes of lightning had been of no issue to two people who needed only their bodies enmeshed to adhere to their most basic of carnal needs. The frequent moans that escaped the pinked lips of the young redhead peasant filled the room as the occasional grunts and groaning from the handsome young noble lad hard at work drilling his impressive appendage inside the t

She found a white one with a small bow at the left side of the waist and a semi-sweetheart detail with a thigh-high slit. “Excuse me, can I get that dress?” Arya asked a sales assistant that was close by and pointed at the dress. The sales assistant who Arya knew as Debby due to her name tag, rolled her eyes silently before turning to face Arya with an obvious fake smile. “I'm sorry but the dresses placed on the display aren't for sale, you'd have to pick another one,” Debby said briefly. “Why? Is there something wrong with the dress?” Arya’s previously happy air plunged into darkness when she heard the news.

"Maybe he has psychological problem or he is probably gay, she rolled her eyes. The alpha looked at her in awe, his mouth open without uttering a word. Or maybe he is just so cold that his heart has frozen, she continued. So if I get married to him, every day I will be miserable. Become lonesome and might even end up dying an early death, she cried." She continued crying, "I can never marry such a heartless man." Tony sneaked a peek at the Steve's expression through the rear-view mirror and quickly averted his gaze back to the road. The alpha's eyes had gone red, his lips thinned, his expression caustic like a volcano. James took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweat. "Was thi