Its Bitter Sweet Novels & Stories

“Lulu said that since you dislike the bitterness of the medicine, you must have a candy afterward.” Carissa took the candy, savoring its sweet and sour taste in her mouth. In truth, she had long since overcome her fear of bitter medicine. As a child, she had indeed dreaded the taste of medicine. Her small face would be scrunched up in distaste as she clung to her mother. Her parents and brothers all felt pained for her. But now, who was there for her to show her displeasure to? Whom could she cling to? In a moment of melancholy, the sweetness in her mouth faded, leaving only the bitterness of the medicine and the sour taste—much like the unexpected emotions that occasionally surged within he

I fucking love that girl! I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the middle of the stairway, drowning in my problems.

Which annoyed him to no end. “You’re sweet and tempting, with a chance of being spicy.” Amber thought she could say this, and he’d accept it as flirting. He figured she said it to take the sting out of her earlier words. Amber tried to fix what she didn’t understand. “Chocolate can be bitter, or salty as well.” Heath reminded her chocolate wasn’t only sweet or spicy. It could be salty and bitter. “Now you’re being mean.” Amber paused and frowned. “I’m not sure if you’re being mean to me or yourself. Heath, is there more to this than temporary cold feet?”

“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.

It was so bitter! I wonder why people like drinking plain teas with no sugar. I could still taste the bitterness in my mouth, and it felt like it had also spread throughout my body. “What is it?” Rowan worriedly asked, a stark contrast to the way he was responding to Brooke just a few moments ago. “The tea is bitter,” I said, wrinkling my face at the aftertaste. “Oh yeah… I didn’t add any sweetener,” Brooke cut in, a fake smile on her face. “You don’t need it.”

Her mind barked at her, turning against her to defend her enemy. Everything in her bathroom reminded her of Bentley. When she stepped into the bathtub, it took her back to Bentley and the scene in his bathroom played before her. Her cheeks turned crimson, not understanding why she was thinking of the person she hates most in her entire life and that too in an intimate way.

BITTER LOVE Book One in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2021 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Josie Fifteen years ago… A tear rolls down my cheek, but I don’t bother to wipe it away. Another will just take its place in only seconds anyway. I look at the paper in my hand: the corner of it crinkled from being gripped so hard. A voice in the back of my mind tells me I shouldn’t have done that, that I should have been more careful.

Way bad. What else was I supposed to do at that boring party? Wait around for Caden to tell me the actual reason behind that text message? Alex was chill with the idea of me drinking one of those alcoholic shots, and when he was all okay about something, it didn't bother me as well. Besides, he was there with me. I had always been kind of curious, wondering how it tasted like. As much as I knew, I've always heard people describing it having a burning taste. I never got to know it, though. Until now.

“They’re clearly acting. You can practically smell the desperation.” Sophia raises an eyebrow, arms crossed, lips pressed together. But she doesn’t say a word. She’s letting him speak. Kenneth looks at her, his voice lowering to something he probably thinks is charming. “Darling, you’re Sophia. Class. Elegance. Status. You shine even when you’re silent.” He turns to me now, and I feel it coming. The poison behind his words. Then—he says it. “What would I want with an illiterate?”

He said , I kept stepping back until I finally hit the wall . How cruel , He knew I couldn't hit him , That I wasn't brave enough to do that . " Please just let me leave " I beg . He stepped really close , The tip of the knife hit his chest , right in the middle . " I will hurt you " I stutter , " Try me " He whispered .