Novels by Bitter Sugar

“What was that all about, huh? Why were you bowing to him as if he gave you life? You should have told me you were taking me on a shaming spree and not a shopping spree!” Shan snapped the moment they stepped into the house, she flung the bag of jewelry on the floor.And just then like a magic wand, George found his credit card lying on the table. “Here it is.” He took the card and let a contagious smile.“Fine, now you have found it. Can you please refund that pig feed his half a million, we didn’t ask for it?”George screwed up his brow. “What are you bluffing about? Will you spit out a sugar that was put in your mouth? That is by gone and I appreciated him for saving our asses when the manager was about to disgrace us…”“Oh you have already disgraced yourself by not booking an exclusive shopping for me, knowing full well, who I am. Do I look cheap to you, George. You knew quite well about the exclusive shopping package and you allowed that Ethan to embarrass us.”“Hey, hey, that is

George and Shan were on their way for a shopping spree. Theirdestination was Elite Shopping plaza theonlyshopping mart for the rich and deep pockets in New York. Shan had gotten well acquainted with George and she begged to be spoilt with some gifts.George had obliged and they set out for the shopping. Since Elite Shopping Mall was for the rich,only a few customers where there when they got in, so they picked up their trolley for the shopping spree.Soon the customers began to disperse, save George and Shan, who was till busy on the jewelry aisle. George was by the corner pressing his phone, keeping his mind busy whileShan chuckled at the elegant pieces ofjewelry.As if the manager had lost his patience, the stall manager approached George. “Excuse me sir, you may have to leave now. Ethan Arthur is here to do some shopping and he has already booked this hour for himself alone. I am sorry you may have to round off.”George raiseda thick brow, knowing full well who Ethan was to him. “

“I can’t believe you are here for another loan, Jack. What do you need 3 million dollars for? You are yet to pay up the ones you collected and you are demanding another.”The bank manager of Fortune Bank reprimanded Jack as he sat across the desk. After thinking out of the box, Jack’s thought fell back on Fortune Bank, where he had been accessing cheque to fund his luxurious lifestyle.“I have told you there is no cause for alarm and besides, you still have the documents to my forty acres of land. And did you just ask me what I need the money for?” Jack tossed his head, “I don’t need to give you updates about my status. You should know me. I spend more than 3 million in a few weeks. I have tasted money so you shouldn’t be asking me that.”“If you are just going to waste it, then there is no need giving you because it is baseless. We give loans to entrepreneurs and business gurus who want to maximize profit and …”“Please sir!” he interrupted him. “I am just begging you. This time arou

“Thank you so much Jack for your benevolence to the widow of Max,” Dr. Greg appreciated Jack while they sat in his office. “You and Ethan have been supporting the school and penning our name in a good light. We can’t thank you enough.”Jack let a weird smile. “As you can see I gave more money than him so there is no comparison. I made money before Ethan, and I supported and have supported the school more than him, so giving is no big deal to me. I will even do more. It is quite a pity that Mr. Max had to die untimely. It is not late to round up the serial killer, and I will see to it.” he tossed his head. “What a wicked world we live in.”Greg tossed his head, “Yeah I heard about your promise of 3 million to the police department if they should impound the culprit.” The VC stretched to have a warm handshake with him, “This is superb. Domain University has never stopped boasting of our two illustrious students, you and Ethan.”Jack had his shoulders in the sky; his head swelled with pr

The dark figure lurked on the wall, with his pistol held out, watching out for the car to drive in. just then, the saloon car drove and parked in the lot. The man alighted, looking cheerful and agile.The man was Mr. Max. After closure of work at Domain University he usually drove to the grocery to get a nice flower for his young cute wife, who was pregnant at the time. Max was a divorcee, who only found true love in his second wife.Holding the colorful flower up his chest, he approached the door, and pressed the bell. Without any suspicion for evil, he called on his wife and wanted to press the bell again when he felt a metal poke behind his skull.“Open the fucking door, and take your shitty ass inside,” Jack snarled.Max held his breath; profuse sweat had begun to form on his brow and armpit. He froze, and had his eyes on the ceiling. He fidgeted; he had never been at gunpoint before.“Open the fucking door now. I swear to the devil’s ass, if you make any funny move I will blow of

Jack was seen washing his face in the sink; but the fluid only flowed and didn’t in anyway heal his bruised face and broken lips. Each time he shut his eyes memory of what Ethan did to him flashed.Jack was pained that he beat him up before every student; when he logged into the school’s platform, he could see tons of sarcasm and caricature being made by the students about him.Some students did a cartoon caricature of his swollen face and his blistered lips. Shutting his eyes, he clenched his jaw and tossed his head in pain and utter ruin.“The war has just begun, Ethan,” he gnashed and breathed uneasily. A fresh shocker of his present predicament had just dawned on him.Doctor Greg wanted to let it slide but Mr. Max, the head of the school disciplinary committee protested against it and insisted that the committee run a quick vote on whether or not Jack should be suspended.Doctor Greg agreed, as well as other committee; instantly they did a vote which fell against Jack. It was Mr.

At the sight of Diego stepping out of the bunker, the ten thousand soldiers stamped their boots and a resounding salute hung in the air. An ear-ringing silence hovered in the tranquility of the dried summer.Diego accompanied by his young dragon which hung on his shoulders, walked around the soldiers, inspecting the new recruits and tossing his head in approval.“We are fire!” his voice echoed into the distant jungle as he paced up and down, addressing his soldiers, “But all of a sudden the storm from the ocean has dared our guts. This storm goes by the name Lucas Maduro!”He stroked the young feathers of his dragon as he shot a thunderous stare at them, his boot shuffling through the gravel as he paced.“He claimed to be unbeatable and that has offended our pride. How can we stay and watch one man, just one man with a dick and two balls, a convict that I gave freedom to seize our refinery, and presidential cemetery all because he seeks vengeance, huh?”He paused and stood on the sta

The soldier pressed on the emergency alarm and a battalion of soldiers sprang out for action from their manholes.Every one of them clutched their guns and widened their eyes for any escapee or intruder. She seemed to have been out of sight now as the soldier pointed his gun around, combing around for her.“I got your son. You can’t escape this. Unless you are not a mother, you would want to escape with him. Yeah. Even if you do I swear to god I will still find you and make you…”He hadn’t finished his words when a heavy metal slammed on his skull, leaving him sliding to their ground. She gave him a resounding kick in the face and belly and about to finish him up, he clutched her leg and tossed her to a corner like leaflet.She winced and whines painfully. About to pounce on her feet and another soldier pounced out and grabbed her before a resounding slap accompanied his intention; this time her sight blurred as she rolled her eyes to gain vigor.He punched her in the face, leaving he

“Are you searching for something?” the soldier beamed, his smile hugely kept as he pulled out a gun and pointed at the skull of the kid, “I guess you would understand this language better,” he corked.“Mummy” Morris finally called with scare and trembling, as he felt the hard grip of his oppressor on his skull, knowing something was definitely wrong.“Hand me my son,” she opened her arms, “You wouldn’t do that. All we want is a peaceful escape. You should have pretended not to have seen us. You can still do that. Hand me my son now,” her tone, was a bit pensive as she glued to her spot.“The keys!” the soldier demanded with temerity, “Hand them over to me or I swear to god I will blow his skull and hand them to you for dinner. The keys now!” he began to near her and each time he did, earned her a step backward.“I can’t,” she tossed her head, her face squeezing in utter rejection as she clamped the bunch even tighter, her eyes scanning around for any weapon of defense. She only could

Shortly after Diego had left, Alicia had engaged Peter in a steamy stare. Her eyes focused on the large bunch of key drooping from his jacket. She knew that was the key to the major exit and if she could have it, she would be on her way out of the dangerous bunker.Peter was pouring some wine by the corner of the shelf, his eyes fixed on mixing some wine.She held out her G-string, the same G-string Diego had stripped from her waist. “Opportune to see this.” She flirted with him, her focus still on the key.Peter managed a smile on his face and then shrugged, “You are my master’s food, but trust me when I tell you I have so much respect for your husband, and he is the master I speak of.” Peter paused to recall his impactful experience with Lucas. “He was such a dedicated general and a teacher.”Alicia sighed. “I am tired of dreaming about him, I hope someday I will see him in flesh and blood. The system wants to scrape his name from what is rightfully his. They slaughtered his parents

The moment Alicia heard the stomping of boot in the corridor, she knew who it was so she adjusted and held Morris tightly. Their confines were a transparent roofed house which gave room for the direct penetration of sunlight.Diego had put her and the kid in that confine after she dared to escape a few days ago.With red, brimming eyes, she squinted at the handle of the door opening gently and permissively. And then she began to adjust to the edge of the wall with Morris tightly held in her embrace.Diego paused at the door, his restless eyes roaming from edge to edge, trying to see if she was up to some skims. He took out his 8-rounds pistol, his boot stomping as he neared her.“You never told me your husband was the unbeatable monster who could take down hundreds of soldiers as if he were walking on anthills,” he pressed the gun on her skull and then put it between her thick lips.“Taking a look at you right now arouses my dick. You must be good at giving a head, huh,” he burst into

Lucas didn’t just wait for the soldier to confront him. Like a dove flying from the sky, he crash-landed in front of them, and they fell back and held out their rifles, heavy cracking of bullet shells filled the air.Lucas stood, his gaze lowered, long hair covering his hospital-looking face as he stroked his pendant.“I expect some of you soldiers to be loyal to me but you have chosen death over life, captivity over freedom. Now for the sake of being your former general, I will give you the opportunity to walk away as living souls.”“No, Lucas!” they chanted at once, their rifles still pointing at him, “You have no power to give us commands anymore. We are only answerable to two entities, Diego and Mr. president. And you have been instructed to vacate the presidential cemetery so that the president’s mother can be buried. You can also do us more favor by vacating the refinery as well.”Those words stole his excitement but he managed to repeat himself. “You all are people’s wives, fat