Its Bitter Sweet Novels & Stories

Fia held her cup of coffee and blew on it before taking a sip. She smiled at Barbara, who was surprised. “To me, drinking coffee is drinking coffee, not sugar and milk.” “It’s too bitter!” Thinking about the taste was enough to make Barbara frown. “Life is already bitter enough. Why not give yourself a little sweetness?” “I like bitter gourd,” Fia mindlessly replied. “However, it is because bitter gourd is in essence bitter, it is not that I am finding bitterness for myself.”

“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.”

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

He asked very angrily and that's when I returned from my la-la land. I replied with a tight smile," I will be back with your coffee, SSSiiirrr." I pronounced the word Sir very sarcastically and started going towards the door to leave this room. I am feeling suffocated seeing his face. Before I could leave the room he said," 1 cube of sugar. I hope you remember. After all, once you liked to make coffee in that way." I turned my head and replied letting out a mocking smile," I don't forget so easily. Either it's about love or humiliation."

Dammit, I felt like coming already just hearing those words, but not yet, not until I saw her limp and sated. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."

Sarah’s dad has passed away years ago but his number is still there. Mike was a bit annoyed seeing this because he can’t find his name in contact, so he dialed his number. His eyes widened seeing what she had saved his number as-MY HEARTACHE. He darted up at Sarah who was still sleeping sound. The word MY grabbed his attention. There goes the butterfly in his stomach again and the betraying muscles on his legs. ‘She thinks I’m her’s!!!’ She didn’t use the word MY other than for her mother and father. He was a heartache but he was her heartache.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Jordan's frown deepened in confusion and Emerald sighed, patiently explaining. “The thing is Sebby has this special sweetener he adds to my coffee. Was initially against it at first but well, Sebby had always said that no woman's taste buds should ever have to endure something so bitter, therefore, he adds a little bit of sweetener, something the coffees you delivered did not have and my taste buds have grown accustomed to it.”

What neither of them could ever truly understand, being born wolves, was that the bite itself, was torture; pure, unadulterated pain. My blood was boiling in my veins, it had been turned into molten lava and was burning me from the inside out. So consumed by the unending pain that had taken over my body, that I had no idea if I was still lying on the cold ground of the park, or if I’d been moved.

I feel like dying! "Madam, can't you release the app? I want to use it now!"