Bittersweet Novels & Stories

I batted my lashes and replied lightly, "Kiss me, and I'll have the motivation." My words hit Marcus like a lightning bolt. His head snapped up, and the pen ripped a long line across the page. "What?" he exclaimed. A smirk tugged at my lips as I looked at him. "Didn't you ask what you can do to get me going? One kiss, and I'm fully recharged." He froze completely. His eyes darted around, lashes fluttering behind his glasses. He swallowed hard, yet he couldn't get a single word out. The blush spread from his face to his neck.

Gritting my teeth and fighting the nausea, I grabbed a trash bag from the car and quietly retched into it. When I looked up, Charles was glaring at me with an expression of pure disgust. “Sarah, you know Bev has to get in this car later. Now you’ve made it smell disgusting. Are you trying to ruin her day on purpose?” I clutched the edge of my shirt tightly. “I can’t stand the scent of that air freshener.” His face darkened even further. “That air freshener is Bev’s favorite. So, tell me, is it really the smell you can’t stand? Or is it Bev?

The other two follow me from behind. "Hello," a dark haired woman with a dark brown eyes smiles while standing in front of us. So this is the bloody babysitter who's an hour late than the time she's supposed to be here? And she dares to smile like this as if she's innocent? "Hello," all three of them greet her back. "You're pretty," Belle supplies as she steps forward. "Awww thanks," the tardy babysitter squats in front of her and smiles. I feel like wiping that smile off this instant by the rage in me, she fucking wasted an hour of my life.

I scream to him. He roars and lunges for me, slamming my back against the wall and knocking all the air out my lungs. He grabs my throat, squeezes it shut and before I can push him off me, his teeth sink in the soft flesh between my neck and collarbone until they hit the bone. The fucking bastard marked me! He fucking marked me! His emotions smash into me like a tidal wave, anger, frustration, lust and just a hint of guilt. I push him off me when he rolls his tong over the bite wound, closing it with his saliva. I shiver from the feeling he instantly gives me, fucking mate bond. I open my mouth to scream at him before my world twirls around me and darkness swallows me.

Hannah said on the side, "These pastries are not simple. The first one was sour, the second one was sweet, the third one was bitter, the fourth one was spicy, and the fifth one was salty." "Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, these are considered the five flavors of life. There are moments of sourness and sweetness, but I believe in the end, everything will be beautiful. I only hope that you will never forget your original intention towards the bride." Jessica looked at Hannah, feeling a strange touch in her heart.

“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his.

I asked, trying to sound upbeat. “I don't want to be single. I was married for nine years and thought everything was going great until it wasn’t. I found out my partner had been cheating on me for over a year. I felt so stupid. Then angry. I still do. I thought I'd be happily married with a family by now but instead I'm single, no kids, feeling angry and bitter. Sorry, that was probably more than you bargained for.” “It’s a lot,” I agreed.

It was a moment suspended in time, where the world outside ceased to exist, and the only reality was the captivating dance between their bodies and souls. In that intimate embrace, the sweet and bitter pain intertwined, creating a symphony of sensations that painted the canvas of their love. It was a bittersweet reminder that their connection was both tender and passionate, delicate yet powerful. The ache in her muscles echoed the depth of their longing while the tenderness in his touch whispered promises of love and devotion.

They might have taken my freedom, my revenge, but they couldn't take my defiance. With a trembling hand, I uncorked the vial. The scent of bitter almonds filled my nostrils, a familiar, comforting scent. This wasn't a swift poison, no. It would be a slow, agonizing descent into oblivion, a fitting end for a life filled with such bitter disappointment.

I whispered to myself, looking at nothing in particular. I looked over at a sticky note stuck on the fridge. Physics test tomorrow. Just wanted to remind you that in case you forgot about that too. -Alex I inhaled in a sharp breath when I felt a tear roll down my face. I had everything messed up. I sat down on the couch as I heard Chicken mewl somewhere in the house. I was so tired, so confused, so hurt. Why couldn't I have a normal relationship? Why did I have so many issues?