Bittersweet Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"Don't chew it, but savor it." Sashal took one piece, peeling the cover, then put an orange candy in her mouth. “It's sour.” "Yes, it is. Ahem, in my country, there's a phrase that says that... to get rid of bitterness, fight it with other bitterness. It will make you forget the previous bitterness. That's what the sour candy is for." Sashal drew a thin smile on her face as she kept savoring the candy in her mouth until the candy melted. Then she opened her mouth.

“What do you taste?” “I can’t quite put my finger on it. But there is a hint of something sweet like cherries mixed with something tart like raspberries. But it’s not unpleasant. Why isn’t it bitter, though?” “Because it’s not that store-bought shit or the over-priced city crap. Now, do this.”

He felt a light had briefly entered his life, only to vanish without hesitation. When he thought all hope was lost, it reappeared, kindling anew. But when he reached out, it slipped through his fingers—never his to keep. No matter how hard he grasped, it slipped away, leaving him emptier than before. From the car, he grabbed a handful of pills and swallowed them with difficulty. The bitterness made him wince. "Russell, these pills are bitter," he muttered. "Mr. Moriarty, medicine has always been bitter," Russell sighed. "Let it go. Whether Miss Hammond loved you or not, she's married now."

"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 contact elicited a groan of pleasure from deep within me. It was only when he pressed against me a second time that I felt it—a bitter taste creeping into my mouth. It was reminiscent of the sourness that lingers after consuming something unpleasant, transforming into an acrid bitterness that spread throughout my mouth. As the bitterness intensified, a fire ignited in my throat. I coughed and instinctively pulled away from Altair, tumbling off the bed and landing on the rugged floor. My hands gripped my throat as I yowled in agony.