Novel & Cerita Unikitty Bittersweet

Sweet said cut Blood cut him off before rush up stairs. "T-thank you." Blood said that Sweet stunned a little. Bitter smirked as he watch Blood run up stairs, he looked at his twin brother Sweet who looked shock. "That!" Sweet said and pointed at Blood and looked t Bitter. "Did he just thank me for saving that motherf*cker? Ha! for so many years that we've been friends---he is making me feel that I want to kill him, damn it. To all the thing I did, this is one time he thank me ha." Sweet said as he stood up mumbling this things as he walks away shaking his head.

And he cheekily grinned. Senna felt agitated by what she heard that she sighed heavily in disappointment as she lowered her head. While Rick was still densely waiting for Senna's response, Troy moved from his position to face Senna. He looked at Senna though he breathed out first and conveyed, "Chin up, you'll lose if you let him take over your mind." Senna looked up and subconsciously smiled, and as she stared at Troy, her smile couldn't get away. On the other hand, Maye is still processing everything. She couldn't believe the sight of her two friends.

My stomach felt like millions of ants were skittering inside my intestines. "She's one lucky bitch!" "Cervantes must have found a rebound!" I bit my lip, trying to block out the harsh words and the swarm of ants doing a jitterbug in my gut. This job just kept getting more complicated by the minute. I couldn't help but read through some of the comments, and it seemed like the online world had no chill. "If I knew, Dax is just using this girl to keep his dick busy while mending his heart," one user commented.

I fucking love that girl! I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the middle of the stairway, drowning in my problems.

"Wanna bet? I dare bet that you, the so-called lucky one, won't even end up together, let alone get married to the guy you're currently close to. Let's just see how it ends. Happy? Or maybe the opposite. Who knows, maybe more tragic than mine." ***

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

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.”

Nikki was pained and took off immediately, leaving me with Alpha Nate. “How is the baby?” He asked, taking a step towards me. I exhaled through my mouth. “Fine. But I did not expect what you just said to me- about me- Wait, what? I'm your type?” Alpha Nate folded his arms. “Well… You do not want to have me repeat that. Anyway, I just came to check on how you were doing. And about Nikki…” “She's pretty sour.” I said with folded arms. “I don't know why she's acting like that but she's normally really sweet.”

"We have to go up. But if that lift is corrupted… it's a trap." He took another sip of the detox, its bitter truth a burning path in his throat. This wasn't just a climb anymore. It was a plunge into the unknown, a desperate gamble against a foe that twisted not just flavors, but perception, and now, even machinery itself. The ascent of bitter truth was far from over, and the serpent's sweetness had found a new, insidious way to ensnare them.

The sad part was that I'd indeed fallen for those underhanded tactics more times than I could count. When I didn't touch the soup, he inched closer with a playful smile. "Are you waiting for me to feed you? Are you still mad at me?" I quickly put some distance between us, repulsed by his attempts at sweetness. Once he realized I wasn't reacting the way I used to, his embarrassment turned to anger. "Cassandra, are you still not over it? Don't tell me you're still suspicious of my relationship with Olivia. I've already told you countless times that Olivia's my niece!