Bittersweet Novels & Stories

Hold his sobs that he had been able to last. Fathan did not want to ask a lot of questions, he immediately won Adel's head then put his chest. Holding the girl's body he at this time he knew was fragile. "Not daddy, just cry. Because, all the sweet ones are not all sweet. Love is unique, there is a sweet rainbow. Then, disappeared like a stifling fog. What am I right, Del? " Adel was silent, unconsciously he felt their arms. Warm, it feels like he has felt this. But, this is very different. As if he had felt the sun that was as warm as this sun.

Without saying anything he called a waiter and told him to serve him a drink. He clutches the glass in his trembling hand. The amber liquid reflects his inner devastated mind, swirling like a storm of emotions within him. With each sip, bitterness, and sorrow mix, a bitter cocktail of one-sided love, hatred, and betrayal. When he knew she didn't love him he was hopeful she day she had to. But once she reciprocated her feelings or pretended to do that his mind was filled with hope. Adrian closed his eyes tightly to get rid of the bitter memories. But what if… what if everyone was lying?

She didn’t care what happened to her…after all, the poison was bitter, but it was also sweet. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

Niyati mumbled softly and took a relief of breath thinking that her child is fine. Then, Neela continued saying," You know what Mommy. Uncle brings different types of chocolates and candies for me every day. He brought so many different types of chocolates which I never tasted before." Hearing Neela, Niyati felt a sting inside her chest. Neela's words reminded her of a past incident when Niyati & Shivanah were together. Niyati's heart started beating fast and she remembered something from her past. Flashback ( " It's the 139th day after our marriage and its 139 number of flower," Niyati said smelling the flower which she has seen for the first time in her life.

I've seen how sad Vishal was and how much he had missed Tara and I've also realized the pain Tara had suffered. But when end's good, everything ends in good. I sighed softly and took a sip of warm coffee. As the taste of the coffee rolled over my taste bud, I smiled in content. It was quite delicious but still felt like something's missing. Oh…yeah right. Rehan. My Rehan.

Akriti said feeling excited about her wedding. A strange bitterness occurred in Adrita's heart hearing the word 'Love'. Bitter questions appeared in her mind. Why isn't she able to fall in love? Is it hard to fall in love? Will she ever feel love towards someone? I will die single, she mentally cried in her mind. "And also virgin!" Her heart snickered! "Why are you suddenly making a sad face?" Akriti asked, looking at her. "Nothing." "Let me go and check up on Kabir to give him some warm hospitality!" Adrita smirked wondering what he must be doing in Ghostland!

His gaze pinned me like a butterfly on a specimen board. "Don't play dumb," he said, his voice smooth as silk but laced with a venom that made my skin crawl. "I'm not offering you a gift. I'm offering you a way out." He repeated the question, his tone dripping with disdain. "How much do you want to leave Josh?" The silence that followed was suffocating, his words seeped into my bones like ice water, making my hands shake and my heart stutter. He wasn't making an offer; he was bribing me, buying me off.

"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her. She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a b

“A little sweet… and a little bitter.” He nodded. “That’s a cocktail for grown-ups. Life as an adult is a mix of sweet and bitter. And that’s what makes it just right.” Julissa thought of her relationship with Scott. It was just like that—sweet sometimes, bitter others. Yesterday was sweet. Today felt bitter. She was impressed by how spot-on the bartender was—not just in skill or looks, but in insight. How did he know exactly how she was feeling? But that wasn’t important right now. What mattered was figuring out how to recreate this drink for Scott.

,,, but It was clear enough for my heart to start palpitating again. They stood up and left, passing me a couple of divergent smiles. One is of flashing victory whereas the other one contains mystery. I don't like the vibes I am getting from mom on his topic. I am so confused with his current act, my mind is full of messed up feelings. On the top of that mom's mysterious smile helding the promise of something usual. Whereas suddenly the ghost of Romeo possessed that bull's body. Who the f*cking hell do that. It is still unsettling to me, the white rose. What the hell was he even thinking!