Its Bitter Sweet Novels & Stories

She blurted out, "Isn't it bitter?" He shook his head and replied, "It's sweet." "How is that possible?" She could smell the concoction while feeding him. It couldn't possibly be sweet. Out of curiosity, she took a spoonful of the concoction as well.

“Take a bite.” I bite into the watermelon slice, it is sweet and juicy. It tastes like summer. “Is it sweet?” He asks. “So sweet!” I enthusiastically reply. “How do you know it is sweet?” He asks. “Because I can taste it.” I answer, puzzled by the question. “How do you know it isn’t sour?” He asks. “It isn’t. It’s sweet like candy. Not sour like lemons.” “So you know it is sweet because you have tasted things that are sour?” He asks.

Sweetness is not always for long, it will get to a time when it will become bitter, even if not bitter, it will become tasteless. Life doesn’t offer good things for long without trying to introduce a little bit of bitterness. But millennium years worth of sweetness might not be able justify a day of bitterness, just like Banag known as Job on earth, he also lost all the sweetness he had to just a day bitterness. Like I heard someone said, “just a day can change a human’s life”.

Grainne's face is contorted and miserable like a chrysanthemum, after all, the taste What flavor is that? When drinking, it is deadly bitter, flowing through the throat, it has a sweet taste. But that sweetness was nothing compared to the slightly bitter taste in her mouth right now. To distract from this horrible story, Grainne reached for a magazine and continued reading. Looking at the words in the newspaper, it's strange how they know how to dance and no longer line up neatly. Her mind gradually became hazy, her eyelids heavy, and she desperately wanted to sleep. You really don't understand, I just got out of bed, didn't I?

she responded and a little smile curved his lips. She was as delicate as a flower, yet sassy at the same time. "How can you be so delicate and feisty at the same time?" He asked, smirking at her. Giggling, "just like you are bitter and sweet at the same time," she responded. "Bitter and sweet?" He chuckled. "Yes, mister. Like coffee with sugar……" she pursed her lips. There was a brief moment when no one spoke. Coffee with sugar, huh? Frank thought, smirking.

She was brewing Jasmine tea in our kitchen like it could fix all troubles in my little world. She used to cool the cup with two spoons of honey. “Sip, little dumpling,” she’d murmur, and my name in her mouth made me feel invincible. The tea was honey-sweet, with a bitterness that only arrived after the second spoon. I thought that was what love tasted like—warm up front, bitter sweet in the afterthought. Years later the bitterness got a diploma and a label: tincture, solution, microdose. But back then it was just a flavor that made me stronger in all the ways I couldn’t name.

"Here. I got this for you." Halsey had a sweet tooth, so she eagerly took the candy and popped it into her mouth. "Thanks—ugh, it's so bitter!" Halsey immediately wanted to spit out the awful-tasting candy, but Wendy covered her mouth. "Don't spit it out. Remember, some medicines are bitter, but they're good for you. Swallow it." Reluctantly, Halsey swallowed the bitter candy. "Wendy, what on earth was that? It tastes horrible!"

"The ones who can endure bitterness are the strong ones." Mr. Ziegler fumed. "You child, why are your words so full of wisdom?" "Actually, this medicine doesn't have to be bitter. I was afraid you wouldn't like it to be sweet, so I purposely made it bitter." Mr. Ziegler was stunned. "Why didn't you make it sweet?!" His reaction was quite like a petulant child, making Yaslyn suppress a smile. "That's because when I examined you, I found two cavities."

A lady with smooth skin, crimson eyes, pink thin lips, and brown shoulder-length hair stood by the door. She wore a blue bodycon dress which matched her white bohemian earrings. Teddy removed his eyes on her and faced the wall. He rolled his eyes. "Do not tell me that you are thinking about that bit**ch again" she shouted in frustration. Bitc*h? That word did not sit well with Teddy. Even though he has a lot of women around him, it's Crystal who has the crown to his heart. She is an angel to him. Calling Crystal a bitch was like daring him.

It's either me and my interview questions or us sitting quietly and awkwardly with a bowl of dessert between us. I didn't even want to eat that thing (I work with mango cheese cake, mango milkshake, mango everything-dessert so imagine my lack of interest) but it's so boring and awkward not to do anything I kept on shoving the mango ice shaved into my mouth. My teeth froze a couple times but I kept putting the ice in. I've gotta say I couldn't wait to get out of there.