Best Bittersweet Stories & Novels Collection

Elara Carter has always been a survivor. Orphaned at a young age, she learned to navigate the cruel city streets using her wits, scams, and sharp tongue. She believes in love but has no time for fairytales, especially when they involve possessive, overbearing men.

But one night, desperation drives her to sneak into an extravagant gathering in the park, where food and drinks flow freely. She think...

”you think we will accept you” one of the twins snarled.
“We reject you as our mate” the other added causing the pain in her heart to harden.

Serena's cruel rejection from the twins alpha made her run away from their pack and into the arms of the man who wanted her.
But everything changed the day the past called unto her and the people who has rejected her wants her.

Will she forgives and ab...

I stared at my stepfather with the intense feeling going under my wet soaked undies .

“ you are so wet for daddy you little slut “ he whispered biting softly at my ear lobe .

I swallowed the unknown lump on my throat and looked helplessly at my step father and the words that I had been dying to say slipped out of my mouth .

“ fuck me daddy , fuck me like a dirty little slut “

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editi...

"You can't deny everything just like that" I screamed at the boy I once thought loved me as tears welled up in my eyes,

"Well, watch me" he said casually, crashing on the sofa in his room,

"We have to find a solution to this pregnancy, you can expect me to abort our baby" I said, trying to make him see things from a better perspective, but the look on his face just proves how stupid he thinks I ...

"I'm pre.. pregnant." She was barely able to speak.

"What did you say?"

She stepped back trembling.

The look in his eyes shifted from lust and desire to hatred and anger.

"I..."

He cut her off; "I can’t be with you! Fucking you for few nights doesn’t mean I am gonna replave my Luna with you!"

"And?"

"Get out of here and abort the baby." He said bluntly!

He used her body like every nigh...

I thought I would spend my whole life hiding behind a mask, until I read his words in Vogue: "The most beautiful faces aren't about perfection, but the light of the soul." Wasn't he talking about me?
Seven years ago, he was the gentle boy next door, and I was the scarred girl who hated her reflection.
Now, he's an internationally renowned photographer, and I'm still just a makeup artist painting...

I was just a waitress working double shifts to pay for my sister-in-law's cancer treatment, until that brooding businessman Marcus Blackwood walked into my diner—or rather, until his eight-year-old son Tommy accidentally spilled orange juice all over me, and I didn't lose my temper.
The next day, an expensive lawyer knocked on my door: "Mr. Blackwood needs a wife. You need money. This is a mutuall...

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family busin...

I thought winning the lottery would save our family. I never imagined it would destroy it.
When Colton held up that $3 million lottery ticket, I cried with relief—no more struggling with rent, finally our kids could have a good life. I even threw a BBQ to celebrate with all our trailer park neighbors.
But he stood on that picnic table and announced to everyone: "Winning this money made me realize ...

After her rebirth, my sister was overjoyed. She knew that the "struggling screenwriter" was actually a Hollywood billionaire heir. This time, she was determined not to miss out on her meal ticket! She forced me to help her pose as an intellectual artist to win his heart.
I agreed because in my previous life, I was the one who "stole" him away.
But I underestimated the pain of watching the man I lo...

Olivia Grace Harper is a 21-year-old first-year college student. What if she sees the guys she has been stalking over the years? But what if her crush? She has had one since middle school.
He hates her, and she is always there trying to grab his attention.
What if one night, he has had enough of her shit and does something he will regret for the rest of his life?
"What are you doing here, stalker?...

Tonight, delivering food to a private dining room, I pushed open the door and saw him.
Harold Sterling—the world's hottest supermodel. The man I abandoned three years ago.
He was telling his friend: "That vain woman? She was just a sugar mama who got bored and ran off. I'm only looking for her to ask why she humiliated me like that."
I desperately tried to escape, but—
Just as the elevator doors w...

On her wedding day, she was deliberately sabotaged! And this was just the beginning of revenge...
Today was supposed to be the most important day of Vera Sinclair's life. White dress, flower arch, ready to marry fire captain Caleb Morrison, the love of her life.
But her booked makeup artist suddenly had an "emergency," replaced by a complete stranger.
The woman's eyes held pure malice, yet she dis...

"Ryan, I'm dying. One month left. Can you handle my corpse?"

Three years ago, we fell in love in a Baghdad field hospital.
Three years later, I'm waiting to die in a shabby Manhattan apartment.

He thought I betrayed him for money, hated me for three whole years.
I thought he'd never forgive me, buried the truth for three whole years.

When the diagnosis arrived, when the death countdown began, I...

They killed me, but my ghost got stuck. I watched my boyfriend marry the woman who murdered me. I heard her steal my songs to win a Grammy. I was ready to destroy them both—until I saw his secrets. My picture against his heart. Lethal poison in his pocket. This was no wedding. It was his revenge, and it was the sickest, most beautiful duet we'd ever performed.

Three years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved.

"You're not good enough for my world," I lied, watching Ethan Cross's heart shatter completely. Now he's back. Richer. More ruthless. Ready for revenge.

"Marry me, or watch your family lose everything."

Our marriage is his masterpiece of revenge. He flaunts his perfect girlfriend in our home, forcing me to watch him replace me with everyth...

I was auctioned off like merchandise by three men, but I don't know why they want a worthless person like me.

I'm a blind hooker who can't see anything, surviving only by selling my body.
After accidentally getting pregnant, my client humiliated me in public: "Two lines! You lying bitch trying to scam my money!" The owner immediately threw me out, and my begging on my knees was useless—who wants ...

I thought I saved him.
Six years ago, Marcus came back from Afghanistan broken, traumatized, plagued by nightmares. I was his therapist, walked him through every panic attack, broke every professional rule to fall for my own patient.
"Age is just a number," he used to say. "You saved my life, Sophia."
Now he tells his friends I'm "stale," that I'm too old at thirty-six, that my face shows wrinkles...

I thought returning to wealth meant happiness. I was wrong—it was the entrance to hell.
My celebrity husband Ryan uses me as his personal punching bag every night, calling it "method acting." Meanwhile, my perfect sister Stella whispers in his ear: "Ruby did everything during her street years. You need to show her where she belongs."
When I called for help while holding my three-year-old Lily, cry...

I thought seven years of marriage had given me a home, but I was just a supporting character in someone else's love story.
When I saw that ArtForum magazine, my heart nearly stopped—my mother's only legacy, Ansel Adams's signed Moonrise, Hernandez, was hanging on the wall behind Evangeline. She reclined elegantly on white Italian leather, her smile perfect like a victory announcement.
Adrian calle...