Its Bitter Sweet Novels & Stories

{Being noble was about obtaining pleasure no matter the cost it was better to indulge than to be used to indulge and that was all that mattered. Of course, this was the sheer bitterness inside the formerly prudish young man that had been talking, and in lew of his broken heart, it was the only voice he'd been willing to listen to.

“You and I both knew it was going to hurt. I was a willing participant, and honestly, it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. Though it still hurt, and I don’t remember you losing control.” “Yeah, well, I did.” “When?” she asked, drawing small circles on my chest. “When I bit you. I’d made up my mind that I wasn’t going to anymore.” “Oh, Jarren, get over it. It doesn’t hurt.” “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.” “I’m not lying. When you bit me, it just heightened the pleasure. It made it more intense,” she said, yawning. “Go to sleep, Piccolo. You’re tired.”

Not leverage. Something that had been building since the office and the dinner and the drive and the room full of servers, accumulating in the spaces between words, in the particular quality of silences, in the moments where the composure had thinned just enough to show what was underneath. Neither of them named it. The room wasn't the place. But it was there. And both of them knew it.

Marjorie struggled and screamed, but nothing she did mattered. As she was dragged out of the ward, she looked back at Lorenzo in despair. Seeing the icy indifference on his face, she finally understood there was no escape. A surge of bitterness rose in her chest, and she cried out hoarsely. "Lorenzo, why are you acting so devoted? What good will killing me do? "Isabella is already dead! You'll never get her back! You killed her. You pushed her to her death with your own hands! "You are the real sinner. You will never undo what you've done!" Her words were knives, each one cutting straight into Lorenzo's chest.

Gritting my teeth and fighting the nausea, I grabbed a trash bag from the car and quietly retched into it. When I looked up, Charles was glaring at me with an expression of pure disgust. “Sarah, you know Bev has to get in this car later. Now you’ve made it smell disgusting. Are you trying to ruin her day on purpose?” I clutched the edge of my shirt tightly. “I can’t stand the scent of that air freshener.” His face darkened even further. “That air freshener is Bev’s favorite. So, tell me, is it really the smell you can’t stand? Or is it Bev?

I was sure the food tasted good, but right now, I couldn't taste anything, except for the bitterness oozing out from the innermost depth of my heart. .

I have a hard time when bitter melon is on the table and afraid to eat it because of its bitterness. " You can do it Lorelei! You will love it" she said while the spoon and bitter melons got inside of my mouth and I can taste the bitterness of the bitter melon but not that strong and it tasted of some sugar. The bitterness and sugar is fighting on my mouth and I think I can eat bitter melon if the dish is like this kind of my sister's cook. " Hmmm… the bitter taste of bitter melon is less and there's some sugar that I also taste, oh my gosh sister! How did you do it? Okay! I will eat some bitter melon this night hahahaha"

He pressed his lips together in an almost pained expression and I laughed. “Is it too sweet?” “Much too sweet.” I took a sip of his wine and wrinkled my nose. “This is bitter.” “It’s supposed to balance out the sweetness,” he said, his voice a little amused. “Your unrefined palette probably doesn’t even know what that means.” I stuck my tongue out at him and traded our glasses back. “You have your bitter wine, but I know chocolate milk is better.” He lifted his glass to me. “To each their own.”

Drake didn’t answer her and held her hand, who was hugging him. “Some chocolates are filled with sweetness. some are balanced, but some are bitter because there is no sugar added. But do you know where they all came from? They all came from bitterness. One's life isn’t a life if he doesn’t experience the bitterness of living. Still, just like chocolate, there would be a time when it would expire. We can do nothing but accept that fact and move on.” Kianna keeps silent. She was surprised to hear Drake say those words. It isn’t like him to use such words. Still, his words help her think in a positive way.

“Well, Sweetheart, it is just as well that this is our honeymoon night. Imagine yourself having ice cream without sugar.” A frown creased her brow as she thought about it and he just continued describing more doomy scenarios. “Imagine having wine that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Imagine having a cup of honey ladled with a heap of salt.” Zee didn’t like the scenarios he described as they painted a picture of something bittersweet. This didn’t bode well for her at all. Her eyes filled up rapidly again and looked up imploringly into his.