Sweet & Bitter Book Novels & Stories

It looks like the peace I am looking for, but it seemed to be taken away from me as the falling leaves took it away from the tree. A heavy sigh came out of my mouth and nose after I took a sip from the goblet I was holding. The wine tastes sweet, and there's a little bitterness in its taste, but it's tolerable. Well, I have read that the bitterness of wine matches its sweetness. Life is like that. Bitterness, which is the thing that makes us feel awful, and sweetness, which symbolizes happiness, are well mixed to make life balanced. My eyes closed their lids, and a couple of tears raced to the tip of my chin.

It's called: Sweet treachery. by Penaciousshewa. And help leave a review on her book. Thanks a lot! Author note

he said in a intimidating yet sarcastic voice and then shot the man right across the chest. The other men ran away and Liam came to me, “Come on love or you prefer staying here” he smirked and started moving towards his car. He called me wha- again? He is really unbelievable sometimes. Hey readers Aiman here! Just to inform you that I messed up the chapters arrangement a little bit. This chapter is followed by chapter 12 and 11 is missing kindly find chapter 11 in the Chap list and read it after this one. Thank you Aiman~

They finished the rest of their chocolate in silence and soon, Sylvia retired to her room, leaving Brett to continue with whatever he wanted to do. In her room, sleep completely eluded her and she knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep so soon. Sylvia decided to read the book she had become so invested in. That book had brought her so much pain and sadness and an odd sense of hope she couldn't quite understand. It was a bitter sweet combination, one she was finding hard to understand. ''Let's see what you have for me today.'' Sylvia smiled.

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.”

he touched his belly over his shirt, “take a lot of time to build, but the rest need all the sugar it can get. Besides, I can't really help it." "Six teaspoons is a lot." He looked down at my cup. "In my opinion, half a spoon is a lot less. Aren't girls supposed to be fans of sweets and chocolates?" "No. Not all girls. Some do love bitter coffee." I laughed. "My dad was a high sugar patient, so no one back home ate too much sugar. I mean, I love chocolate as long as it's rich and dark." "So, you’re a bitter person too." "Am I?"

A willingness to let an unfamiliar flavor into my life, to accept a clumsy bit of kindness from someone else, and to believe that there were still small, unexpected bits of sweetness hidden among all the bitterness in this world. That was enough.

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

And while he had bitten the ogres, he hadn’t swallowed their blood, unconsciously knowing it was poison to him. The last person he’d drunk from was Grace. He’d gulped from her neck, her taste so decadent he’d wanted to stay there forever. And maybe he would have. Maybe he would have drained her if the thought of losing her had not slammed through him. That, followed by the thought of sampling the heaven between her legs, had driven him to leave her neck and descend. And he’d never been so glad to end a meal. Between her legs, she was sweeter than the nectar of honeysuckle.

His eyes were red and only configured a blurred image to the receptors. “Maybe it’s still nighttime.” Mark slater comforted himself. The door closes back. “Why do you leave me alone, wretched on a table? I still need you! Maybe offer me a woman’s sweet second chance.” Mark Slater felt as if he had lost the most precious thing he ever won. The hurtful feeling tormented his heart. The woman’s sweet poison had anchored and spread through his veins. The love poison. He nearly wept.