This is a story about a man, a billionaire who happened to find himself in a dark pit of despair.

Having suffered a traumatic past, he is both mentally and emotionally unstable but ironically keeps a facade of calm and never seems to be swayed by anything-well, with the exception of a certain someone.

He is plagued and tormented by a demon from childhood, caged in his own mind.

Being an atheist, he despises religion-especially Christianity. But as fate would have it, he is saved by the very thing he despised.

Bittersweet-this is the story of his transition out of the darkness into the light.
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Be still and know that he is God.

Bittersweet

~Most times, we got more than we bargained for.~ 


Immediately his thumb left her cheek and he stood up, Sarah opened her eyes. 


She watched his back as he got on the bed and fell asleep—she could tell by the steady rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. 


She released a shaky breath. Her mind went back to when she had just woken up. She had felt a bit cold and had sneezed and that was what had woken her up. 


What she'd seen had been enough to make her faint but she'd managed to stop herself from passing out. 


She saw Mr Snow sitting at the tip of the bed but that wasn't what put her in a state of shock, it was the glowing red eyes she saw in the dark. 


She could just see the outline of what the eyes belonged to. 


"ŧɧɛ mąŞŧɛř ɧąŞ ŋɛɛɖ ơʄ ყơų." She heard its demonic voice growl. 


"I don't have need of him." Her boss said. She was confused, who was this 'Master' they were talking about? 


Get together