Unikitty Bittersweet Novels & Stories

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

Tamara said while passing me a pair of gloves then taking out a pair for herself "this long row is obviusly ice cream we got chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, birthday cake, cookies and cream, cookie dough, mint chocolate chip, butter peacan, pistachio and cotton candy" Tamara said while going down the line and pointing at each flavor I looked as she pointed trying my best to memeorize at least one or two flavors "don't worry you'll get it, it took me a month to memorize where each flavor is" Sydney said

I really do wish you luck. Just when I had just clicked on the send icon, a reply came shortly after. That definitely was fast. It's usually him doing most of the texting. Sometimes I view he's messages and decide not to reply, other times I just forget about him. My life is really antisocial and preoccupied for friendship. But today, I just decided to indulge him. He's reply was surprisingly funny. It read: You really shouldn't be wishing me good luck. I'm team bad luck here. Last month, I emailed my grades and documents, requesting an admission into Harrisburg. I doubt they'd reject me because I aced all my courses. Harvard can go kiss my ass.

The streets are still full of passers-by, I want every man I meet to die, envying me, - Hank runs a little ahead, blocking Kit's path, and again holds out his open palm, looking at her affectionately and begging. Would you resist such frank, rude, undisguised flattery? Well, Kitty is not iron. “Compromise,” she offers, holding out her little finger to him. “It’s coming,” he easily agrees, sticking out his own, one and a half times longer. It seems that all this nonsense climbed into her head in vain ... He is just a nice guy who accidentally met a TV girl in a bar and just wants to please. They pass from a couple of tens of meters when Keith stops abruptly:

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The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

He reached for a package of chocolate chip cookies, the simple sweetness a small comfort in a world that had turned bitter overnight. Avery's Bedroom - Late Night The bedroom that had once been a sanctuary of silk and expensive perfume now felt like a prison cell decorated with reminders of broken dreams. Avery sat cross-legged on her unmade bed, still wearing the wrinkled cream dress from that morning's catastrophe. The vodka glass in her hand caught the lamplight like liquid crystal, half-empty and getting emptier with each sip. Her phone glowed against her face as she scrolled through endless news articles and social media posts about her humiliation. Each refresh brought new comments, ne

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

“I always see one in there hands. Anyways, I think its really bitter. These no sweetness to it.” I shake my head as I take a sip, feeling the liquid fill every space of my mouth before going down, leaving a lingering bitterness. All the while, It didn’t feel bitter at all. “Its sweet. You know its sweet if you focus on the sweetness rather than the bitterness.” I say, smiling at Kate. Kate raised an eyebrow before asking, “So you are saying it doesn’t taste bitter?” “It does. You just don’t feel it when you sip it. the effect only comes once you swallow it. That’s how you relish it.”

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