Unikitty Bittersweet Novels & Stories

“They’re clearly acting. You can practically smell the desperation.” Sophia raises an eyebrow, arms crossed, lips pressed together. But she doesn’t say a word. She’s letting him speak. Kenneth looks at her, his voice lowering to something he probably thinks is charming. “Darling, you’re Sophia. Class. Elegance. Status. You shine even when you’re silent.” He turns to me now, and I feel it coming. The poison behind his words. Then—he says it. “What would I want with an illiterate?”

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.”

“Oh, it's nothing. I've just had to lock in on my responsibilities as Alpha if you know what I mean.” “I got you something,” Alpha Nate said, unzipping his jacket and opening it revealing a waist pouch that was flat but durable. “Whoa,” I said as he unlocked it from his sides and handed me the pouch. I collected it and unzipped the pouch revealing a small bottle containing a pink potion. I opened it and smelt it. It had a faint ginger scent on it. This reminded me of Nora so I feigned disgust and closed the bottle. “This smells disgusting, what is it for?”

"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.

" I brushed him off, not wanting to start an argument or stir unnecessary trouble. I knew he was using the wedding as a threat, trying to force me to bend to his will. He had always loved manipulating me, but I refused to give in anymore. Still, I didn't show how I felt. I simply told him I'd drink the soup once it cooled down. Satisfied, assuming I'd yielded, Hades got up and walked into Olivia's room. I could hear him speaking on the phone through the slightly ajar door. "I've found the white lace and pink mesh ones. I can't seem to find the black silk set you mentioned. "It's in the bottom drawer? Oh, found it! But when did you buy this black silk set? Why didn't I know about it?"

The collar had slipped, revealing collarbones covered by barely a layer of skin. When did I become this thin? For a moment, something stirred in Finnley heart. But he quickly looked away in disgust. “Don’t mind her, Sabrina. Don’t waste your kindness on someone so vicious.” Kindness? If not for the pain, I would have laughed at that moment. If Sabrina were truly kind, there would be no word for evil in this world. I slowly forced myself up from the ground. Sitting there, I looked at the two of them, close and intimate, and the last trace of hope in my heart remained.