Sweet & Bitter Book Novels & Stories

he questioned, not getting what she meant. “I mean, see the silky skin. It is also very creamy. Do you know the funniest part? They are very sweet when you bite into them, but as time goes on, you start feeling the faint taste of bitterness due to the caramel. The amazing thing is, it is this bitterness that makes you want to eat more, so you can taste the sweetness to eradicate the bitterness, then you feel the bitterness, and you take another round of bite for sweetness, the cycle is interesting, and it is just like our relationship right now”, she expressed with a serious tone as she said the last line.

"Great you know. Now sit down here and let me fix you something to eat." "What?" She asked with a confusion written all over her face. "Are you now deaf. Sit down if you want to eat but if you don't want to you are free to go to bed." "You can cook?" She seemed surprised but she move to take a seat putting her stubbornness aside. She looked tamed and not the usual wild animal he is used to. There was a deafening silence between them which created an awkward atmosphere. She has never wished to be engaged in a conversation with Bentley but at this moment she wished she could. At least to get rid of this awkwardness and embarrassment.

Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" Grab a cop gun kinda crazy She's poison but tasty Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away" 'Cause she's sweet but a psycho A little bit psycho At night she screamin' "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" They had a fancy home with a very homey feeling and I loved it whenever I visited. I hear sounds of small feet running in our direction and prepare myself for the impact of the small boy of the two year old against my own.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on me, stealing my breath. But he wasn’t done. He slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way I trembled. Then, locking eyes with me, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean—slow and deliberate. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “You taste so sweet.” And I was already burning for more. Josh settled between my thighs, his cock thick and hard as he dragged it slowly along my soaked slit. The heat of him made my hips buck, desperate—but he didn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet.

something always came to tear it away? I sat down and hugged my knees closer to my chest and looked at the picnic basket beside me. Everything was left cold and untouched. I reached inside the basket and picked up the chocolate bar Ingrid had saved just for me. My favorite one. I began to slowly unwrap it. The chocolate used to taste so sweet and comforting. It was my small piece of happiness. I took a bite and chewed slowly. But this time, it tasted bitter. Like raw cocoa. No sugar. No comfort. Just... empty.

She saw a name written on the first page of the book. CLYDE JOHNSON DEL ESPANIA. She couldn't help but smile. What a perfect name for someone as handsome as him. It was as if the name was perfectly made for him. She closed the book and took her time to kiss it before she realized something. She could taste a hint of bitterness at the tip of her tongue. She even licked her lips to make sense of the taste. It was bitter, nothing like she'd ever tasted before. That was when she realized the state of the book just a few minutes before. She hadn't even wiped all of the dirt off her face, and there were still traces of it left on her lips!

"I repeat, get off Miss." "And I repeat, No way. And by the way, tell me what you know about my brother." "Move Grey!" He demanded again but I simply overlooked that command. "Hey don't tell me what to do mister! Anyway, I want to know two things: One, What do you know about my brother and two, Why do you have that much chocolate? Maybe you should stop with all that, I mean it isn't doing you any good. You can't make something bitter be sweet ,Just like you; no matter how much chocolate you eat nothing can mend that arrogant and bitter heart of yours." I said poking him on the chest with a smug smile on my face, and voice dripping of sugar and snide. Suddenly, he pulled me across the table o

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?

"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.

"I thought people like you wouldn't have that problem." Julian chuckled. "People like me...?" "Yes, you don't need to tolerate people to survive. You have everything at your fingertips." "Not everything." He took a sip of his drink, the red liquid spilling across his lips only to be swiped up by his tongue. "Try it." Larisa nodded, she too taking a sip from her glass. He was right, the wine was sweet, but yet as soon as she swallowed, there was this bitter taste in her mouth. It was nice, the way the sweetness turned bitter was fascinating.