Shishunki Bitter Change Novels & Stories

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.

“What is it, Piccolo?” She held up a blue shirt with white skulls all over it. I looked it over, and it was the same as one of the ones she’d picked out a minute ago. This one, of course, was a guy’s shirt. I took it from her and held it while she looked through some more clothes. She picked out a few more shirts and then headed to the changing room.

My voice was calm and indifferent. “Sorry, Mr. Fischer. We’re already broken up, and I’m no longer your company’s designer. Please show some respect.”

Ankush said smiling and started applying hair gel on his hair standing in front of the mirror. Shivansh got up from his seat and was ready to leave the room when he noticed a big scar on Ankush's back. Shivansh frowned his brows a little seeing the scar. He doesn't know why this scar felt familiar to him like he has seen it somewhere but couldn't remember where he has seen it. He tried to remember but nothing was coming inside his head. Ankush noticed Shivansh's confused expression through the mirror and asked," Is there something wrong?"

Blood rapidly comes rushing into my mouth . Jace grunts as I clench my legs intensely pushing myself against him . The feeling was too sudden . The taste of the blood was not only metallic just like the blood bag, it also had a hint of chocolate to it which was quite strange . How can something be bitter and sweet at the same time ? It was a mixture : no , a whirl of flavours . I was getting greedy .

Tbh: you seem cool Tbh: you cute for a dark skin girl Tbh: you would be fine as fuck if you was light skin I reread the last two Tbhs over and over again, I didn't realize I was crying till I saw my tear drops hit my phone screen "cute for a dark skin girl" "you would be cute if you was light skin" those words replayed in my head as if it was a catchy song that I couldn't stop singing.

For Shasha becoh, Finishing that bitter cup of coffee was like drinking poison. She felt that every drop that touched her tounge was stinging it and as she gulped it down her throat, she could feel it move through her food pipe and entering her stomach. The coffee wasn't supposed to be that bitter but Zieve had already given instructions to the staff to use pure coca beans for it without a single grain of sugar or artificial sweetners. The attendents infact even warned him that it would become too bitter and would be difficult to consume but they weren't aware that he was doing it on purpose. He even smirked when they tried to give an explanation for it and that didn't made him budge. He ins

I ignored the whispers, grabbed my number tag, and waited. Noah sat in the front row in a navy blue suit and gold-rimmed glasses. His face was expressionless as always, but his presence boosted my confidence. Groups of three competed, and it was judged live. I was in the last group, up against last year's runner-up. The pressure was real, but the process felt like a rebirth. This was the path I was meant for. I mixed rum and gin, a new flavor for Breeze Lounge. Then I added vodka and mint syrup.

I asked further. She looked at me briefly and went back to fiddling with the bottle in her hands. She looked up and back down, then took a quick sip of beer before proceeding to say, "It depends. Sometimes once a month or twice in six months. If you're lucky sometimes four times a month. If you're unlucky, it's once a year for my 'hood anyways. The kind are rather competitive and the people around rarely care so..." She trailed off, expecting me to understand.

She appeared to have been no more than fifteen years of age and vastly inexperienced in the ways of the world. The embittered noble took note of her thin frame and awkward steps as she had only begun to develop due to the onset of puberty. Unlike most women, she was given to having the body of a woman while still being a girl, but the distribution had been most unkind as far as her features went. She wasn't special, quite the opposite. Like the proverbial ugly duckling before becoming a beautiful swan, if she would even be that fortunate.