Bittersweet Novels & Stories

His scent overwhelmed my senses, making it difficult for me to concentrate and think properly. His eyes were hard as he gazed at me, and I tried everything in me to stop my cheeks from from flushing. When he leaned in, my breath hitched and I was sure he could hear my heart racing for him. “You want me to feed you, don’t you?” His lips were dangerously close to mine, his breath caressing my face as he spoke. I loved the way my name rang on his lips, like honey mixed with something bitter, because that was the best way to describe him… Bittersweet. My insides churned with desire, and I had to fight internally to keep my head straight.

Her gaze shifted from the food on the plate to look at me. "But sometimes bitter taste is needed in life." She looked at me with an intense gaze. "If I'm sick, I have to take medicine to get better, most of the medicine tastes bitter. And over time the bitter taste of the medicine will disappear by itself after I take it." "Wow, what an analogy!" Aubrey smiled at me, I didn't even think Aphrodite would say that. I couldn't guess what was going on in her mind, and I don't think Aubrey must have thought about it either.

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"

My selfishness grows to a flaw Filling the void between us Filling the heart with more emptiness Touch of a season passed-by Scent of a moment fill both hands I stand still before you before me I’m okay, not okay… Ruinous imagination consumes me Makes me dream sweeter dreams I close my eyes but thoughts of you Bring turmoil to night, to you and me, real and dreamy Don’t want to let go so I let go Eyes meeting but hearts apart So sweet and so bitter Yet all is just a dream” A bitter and sweet. The love he has for the person he should not have is bitter yet sweet. “If this is your way to comfort me, then it is sweet,” Wonwoo murmured before he wiped the tears at the corner of his eyes. It will

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.

However, it could not be restored, just like Summer, who had left him. Alan suddenly understood. Summer was truly done with him. He had lost her completely, on the very day he realized he loved her. Alan spent the next month in a daze. He drowned himself in alcohol, lying on the bed Summer used to sleep in, breathing in her lingering scent. It was as if he had returned to the past, to a time when Summer had never left. Leilani, his parents, relatives, and friends all came to urge him to pull himself together. However, Alan only clutched that broken snow globe as if it were some priceless treasure.

Giselle's phone was on silent, and when it started to vibrate, she was so focused on driving that she didn't realize what was happening. Jonathan quickly glanced at her and sneakily ended the call. "The password is six sixes." Giselle suddenly remembered she hadn't given Jonathan the password to her phone. Upon hearing the current password, he was heartbroken. It felt as if a thousand needles were stabbing into his heart, and it was suffocating him.

“I’m listening, Zion. Just say whatever you came here to tell me.” “Look, I’m not enjoying this. I’ll stop everything and give back all your projects. Just give in and move in with me, please.” I didn’t know why he was begging me. He should be celebrating his victory. “Congratulations on snatching away my livelihood, Zion. I’m fine where I am. I don’t feel the need to move in with my worst enemy alive.” I walked towards my car dejected, not wanting to deal with another disappointment. I knew I had to meet Mr. Salisbury, but what was the use? Zion would surely bag the deal once he found out. Did he really think I would give in?

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