Habis Sakit Mulut Terasa Pahit Novels & Stories

Sinipat sipat niya pa ito na waring may hinahanap. "Kahapon pa sumasakit ang nata ko. Mas masakit pa nga sa kasalukuyang nararamdaman ng aking siko" Maagap kong pahayag na mas lalong nabakas sa mukha niya ang labis na pagtataka.

This is nothing. "What time is it?" My voice sounds foreign to my ears. Heavy and unfamiliar. My mouth has a bitter taste and I feel like even worse shit than when I fell asleep. The hangover is splitting my head and I feel like I could actually disintegrate into the migraine. Allow it consume me.

Then I shoved it into my mouth and chewed slowly. The taste was still fucking terrible. Halfway through chewing, the itch returned to my throat again. “Fuck…” Grace blinked frantically. “Should I call on the miracle healer?” My eyes snapped shut as hot pain shot through my head. “Call Nichole.” I was really hoping today wasn't the day.

“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.”

I whispered, realizing too late how hoarse my voice sounded. Instantly, the memory of everything that went down between us earlier hit me, and my face turned red. Hayden caught it, of course. "I'll grab you some lozenges for your throat in a bit." "No, I don't..." I stopped myself, trailing off. His eyes locked onto mine. "You don't want them?" It wasn't that I didn't want them. I just... couldn't stop thinking about baked pears. Baked pears, especially with honey and mint, were my go-to when I had a sore throat. The soft texture, the natural sweetness—it always did the trick. Comforting, soothing, and exactly what I craved when my throat felt scratchy.

Rishi's POV I washed my mouth after a hasty action of brushing my teeth. spitting the water out on basing i blew air on my palm to make sure that my bad breath has gone. " Perfect " I mumbled as I smelled fresh mint flavour in my breath, perhaps my breath smelled good unlike the previous day. This sickness has made me look like a geek in just one day, till a few minutes ago I myself couldn't stand my bad breath. Of course after throwing up all day out of fever my mouth had to smell like that.

Furthermore, there was also an unpleasant taste in his mouth, and it felt as though he had dozens of wounds in his mouth that were bleeding continuously. Blood filled his mouth in an instant.

"What the—?" Confused and angry, I grabbed one of the sandwiches, tearing off a large piece of the bread and turkey. The moment it hit my tongue, my mouth exploded in a searing, vinegary heat that stole my breath. It wasn't just spicy; it was as if it had been drenched in pure capsaicin and battery acid. I scrambled for the fruit salad, hoping the sugar would provide some relief, only to be met with the sharp, acidic sting of white vinegar masking the sweetness of the berries.

The smoke was hot in my mouth and it tasted bitter. "Release slowly. Stop, now suck it back in like a little whistle before letting it out slowly." My heart was racing. This was so bad. It felt like a thousand little needles poked around in my throat and It went down the wrong pipe because a few minutes later, I was coughing all over the place. A little sigh, "You asked for it and for the record, that's a shitty lie." Fuck! The world was starting to spin. "It tastes like shit."

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.