Bittersweet Novels & Stories

Dwelling on our ruined future, the love so utterly betrayed, seemed an exquisite and impossible torment. Shirley's hand hovered in the air between us for a handful of aching heartbeats. Then, biting her lip against her own pained expression, she pulled it back and simply nodded. Joshua's cheerful timbre drifted in from the kitchen once more, effectively shattering the thick tension that had descended. "Peppermint or chamomile, ladies?"

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

My stomach felt like millions of ants were skittering inside my intestines. "She's one lucky bitch!" "Cervantes must have found a rebound!" I bit my lip, trying to block out the harsh words and the swarm of ants doing a jitterbug in my gut. This job just kept getting more complicated by the minute. I couldn't help but read through some of the comments, and it seemed like the online world had no chill. "If I knew, Dax is just using this girl to keep his dick busy while mending his heart," one user commented.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

The only favours he could taste were her tears. A salty sweetness… and they came with an aftertaste. Bitterness. That was what their first kiss tasted like. A painful Bittersweetness that carried more weight than the entire city itself. A kissed, filled with her pithiness for the word ‘Guilt’ and the taste of her pity.

He started crying at a pitch that meant that he was ravenous from his journey into the world and his ordeal of being born. Maverick walked closer to Scar as she moved her hospital gown down a bit, and one of her swollen breasts was exposed. Maverick knew he had to temper his own desires, but he could feel himself getting hard at just the sight. He wondered what it was about this small woman and her body that did this to him every time he saw it. She had just given birth, and he was ready to ravish her right then and there. As she took the baby back, he watched intently as the baby latched on to her breast. She smiled at Maverick as she just held the baby in place.

"I thought people like you wouldn't have that problem." Julian chuckled. "People like me...?" "Yes, you don't need to tolerate people to survive. You have everything at your fingertips." "Not everything." He took a sip of his drink, the red liquid spilling across his lips only to be swiped up by his tongue. "Try it." Larisa nodded, she too taking a sip from her glass. He was right, the wine was sweet, but yet as soon as she swallowed, there was this bitter taste in her mouth. It was nice, the way the sweetness turned bitter was fascinating.

However, who is the child’s father? Chris got into one of his sports cars and drove to the closest club in the hopes of drowning his sorrows in alcohol and forgetting all that had happened. But how can one forget it all when the villain is the woman sleeping next to them? A single tear slipped as he continued to drink. With so much anger, he gulped down the whole bottle of his favorite poison. Today, however, it felt like the poison tasted like shitty coffee. It did not have any flavor at all. It was only bitterness that could be tasted, just like what was happening in his life. Bitter. He was currently having a bitter life. A woman has now worsened the hate relationship Chris had with his b

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.”

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut-wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.