Sweet & Bitter Book Novels & Stories

Didi asked me how that happened. But I lied to her saying I accidentally fell on glass shards. She somehow believed me and was forcing me to have painkillers. But I have a problem with taking medicines, I don’t know how to swallow them and also whenever I try to swallow, because of the bitter taste I always puke. So, I always say no to medicines. I can bear any type of physical pain but I can't bear the bitter taste of medicine. I am not afraid of injections but hell I am very afraid of medicines.

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."

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

I again tasted another desert and suddenly, Alexander came back, and I opened my mouth to say when his lips touched mine and believe it or not, my sweet mouth tasted him as his lips opened mine and his hand touched my cheek hiding our lips form the sight of others and I tasted him. It was such a dark bitter flavor that even the sweet that I had was nothing in front of it and I couldn’t even explain what I felt. He ate my first sweet and destroyed my second one! This bastard! “How was it, baby?” we parted, and he pulled me close holding me in his embrace– I don’t know where my desert went– and whispered close to my ears. “So sweet.” “…” I still felt the dark flavor and looked at him with flam

He knew her temper and once she got angry she could kill him without a second thought. Don't get it wrong Sabrina was sweet but when she got angry the world would suffer. After saying those words he gave her some ice cream to calm her down and it always worked every single time. "you are lucky you know that." "Anyway how is you girlfriend. When can I see her again." Johnny was her partner in crime. every time they were together she felt carefree and relaxed around him. She looked at him and hoped that he could live a happy life. ***FLASHBACK****

His sweetness and thoughtfulness could make any woman swoon but his dark side could really make me shiver from fear. "Then why the f*ck don't you say something?!" he angrily asked while shaking me a little. I moistened my lips while my eyes almost pleaded to him. I had grown accustomed to this, being able to control my being cheeky when I felt that he was angry. It seemed that I was the sole person who could make him show these roller coaster of emotions but I wasn't sure if that was good or not. One moment he was mad, then he was flirtatious and sweet then back to being angry again.

I saw her sitting on the bed as she was reading some kind of book which I wasn’t paying attention to. She smiled as I walked in. I sat down at the edge of the bed, not knowing how to begin. “Amelia...Amelia has been acting weird these days, what’s going on?” I asked as she drifted from the bed, as she stared at me she began to umm what I told her to tell me the truth she nodded her head before she cleared her throat. “Amelia….Amelia, she’s tired of all these things, her life has changed for the worse. She just wants her life back, that’s all.”

It was ownership—her grip tightening around the last thing she could still keep from him. The room tilted again as he tried to push himself forward—tried to make his body obey the urgency in his mind—and his strength betrayed him in the same instant. He drew in a breath too quickly, too shallow, the way drowning men do when they break the surface. At first he only tasted the usual bitterness—herbs, wax, medicine—familiar as a prison. Then something sweeter threaded through it. Faint. Almost imagined. He blinked hard, breath hitching. The sweetness lingered anyway, clinging to the back of his throat like a film. It didn’t belong with the herbs. It was too smooth for sickness. Too deliberate.

"No sugar?" I grinned, swelling with pride at what I'd pulled off for her. "Only things that won't kill you. Tonight." She laughed before cracking the golden crust with her spoon. The caramelized snap echoed in the hushed room. She took a bite, closing her eyes like she was mid-orgasm from the flavor. "It's creamy, warm, sweet... and way better than your cum." She opened her eyes, all mischief. "It's sweet, like you. And it's my way of thanking you for showing me life doesn't have to be bitter, sweetheart." I'd never been more honest in my life.