Bittersweet Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?"

If only there was an option that said 'all of them,' but there isn't. Is life this bitter, huh?

I smile in satisfaction, enjoying the taste of the drink, which even though bitter, does not cancel out the sweet taste of this night, it being a pity that it is coming to an end. But tomorrow will be a new day, a much better one....

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.

Have I lost everything? 🎧🎧🎧

CHAPTER 9: LIFE CONTINUES Sometimes life has a way of making us swallow our words. ©Humeyra WRITERS P.O.V Hamdan spent a lot of money looking for Humeyra but he never found her. Occasionally, he would see her mirage like the broken glass in the sun but nothing more. Some would say that love is bitter others would deem it sweet. I call it bitter-sweet for without the pain there would be no gain. But all Hamdan and Humeyra felt currently was the pain.

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.