Bittersweet Memories Catharina Maura Novels & Stories

Dylan Cooper Amber effortlessly made me forget everything, made me remember only the good times we had, and for the briefest of moments, her tongue tangling with mine made me remember exactly where I came from, and the reasons for both of us being there. All the memories were like a shock to me, how could I just give myself away like that just because she was a self-interested, offered slut who would try to manipulate me to get a good life, since her father couldn't offer it to her anymore, I realized, feeling stupid again.

He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-stained face from his memory and replace it with the masked dancer who actually owned his thoughts. Down in the cramped, suffocating dark of the servant quarters, the reality was far from quiet. I was sitting on the edge of my cot, my body shaking so violently that my teeth clicked together. I still had my arms wrapped tightly over my chest, holding the silk robe over the dark lace outfit like it could protect me from the memory of Diego’s heavy weight. My cheek was throbbing from the double assault of Doña Carmen’s malice and my mother’s desperate panic.

KATE 5 DAYS AGO The courtyard buzzed with the faint hum of conversations and distant laughter, but all of it drowned under the hammering of my heart. A sweet lavender scent wafted toward me, delicate yet overwhelming, curling around my senses like a siren's call. It was intoxicating and unmistakably sweet. As if under the influence of an invisible power, the scent pulled at something deep within me, and before I knew it, I was following it out of the Omega Hostel in swift and quiet steps.

She asked herself as she stood rooted to the spot. “Dada," Maía said as she runs off to him. “Maía wait!" Zendaya called but it was too late. Maía stood watching him kiss Carlotta. “Who's a child is that?" Carlotta said as they broke the kiss-off. “Dada." She said again giggling. “Maía, where's mom?" He asked. “I'm here, Maía lets go." She carried the crying child away from them. Luciano didn't say anything to her, he was tired of speeding lies.

The head maid said rejecting Eve. "Please, just forgive her." Butch pleaded. "Fine. But we'll train her first for a few days before she starts." The head maid said. "Of course, I guess my work is done here then." Butch said, moving forward to take his leave, before he turns back and walk to the woman. "And also, remember she's a weirdo." He whispered before leaving. The woman listened to Butch's whisper before he left. She wondered why he said that but decided to pay no attention to him, she turned and said to Eve. "Follow me."

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

Her voice was a slow poison that made Mervin's face turn black and his eyes narrow. His hands felt as if they might strangle a human being at that very moment. " Crystal, that's her name" He whispered venomously. He stared at his mother dangerously and if eyes could tear a human skin, his mother would have already been dead. Mrs. Brooklyn rolled her eyes as if they might come out of their socket. "Whatever" She waved her hand into the air. She picked a handful of groundnuts on the table before shoving it all into her mouth. "Mervin, you still have the chance to make a change. Princess Moa or any other model and public figures out there, I can make them yours. Forget about that pauper "

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

“You don't know that unless you try, look, again I don't know her but if you don't grab your chance, others will. I will” I didn't wait for more of this conversation, I walked to the living room and poured myself a glass of whiskey before watching the partying strangers in my mothers' house. “Jade!” I heard from behind me. I knew that voice surprised I turned around. “Violet Christina Morgenstern,” I said before I hugged the beautiful blonde girl who looked nothing like the best friend I left behind three years ago. When I left she wore glasses and dressed kind of dorky, now she was wearing lenses, her clothes looked amazing on her, Black skinny jeans and a loose white crop top, and her make

“So many choices….” Since she had been released, Everly was able to speak again. “You can go to hell, Maura. Why can’t you just admit that Jack doesn’t want to be with you? That you’re such a colossal bitch that no one wants to be with you?” “Hmmm… well with that attitude, I guess whatever I decided to do, it needs to be particularly painful.” With that, she lifted her hands and made a twisting motion, and Everly thought that her insides were being tied in a knot.