{"id":254435,"date":"2026-07-13T03:32:46","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:32:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bitter-as-fcuk-thee-tasha-marie\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:32:46","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:32:46","slug":"bitter-as-fcuk-thee-tasha-marie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/bitter-as-fcuk-thee-tasha-marie\/","title":{"rendered":"Bitter As Fcuk – Thee Tasha Marie"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The twins exclaimed and jumped from the swing set while King stayed glued to his grandfather\u2019s lap. \u201cHey mama\u2019s babies!\u201d I exclaimed and kissed them all as I made my way into the living room. Peeling off my winter coat, I quivered and anticipated warming up. Aside from the bright sun, the cold ass January air in Boston was brutal. \u201cHey daddy.\u201d I said, kissing his cheek. \u201cHey baby.\u201d My father said. \u201cHow\u2019s it going? I haven\u2019t seen you in a few weeks. You win that big case?\u201d<\/p>\n

Smiling proudly, I replied, \u201cYou know it, daddy. That\u2019s why I\u2019ve been a little MIA. Shit had me stressed.\u201d \u201cI know but I\u2019m so proud of you, Ki. Keep going hard.\u201d \u201cThanks Daddy. Where\u2019s Ma?\u201d I asked, peeling off my Ugg boots. I was feeling good as fuck after the night I had with my husband. As usual, Nasir fucked away every bad feeling I had and I was on cloud nine.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, hey, sis.\u201d Karmani walked out of the kitchen eating from a big ass fruit bowl and wearing an apron. \u201cYou\u2019re right on time for lunch.\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t even know you were here. I didn\u2019t see your car.\u201d \u201cOh, it\u2019s parked down the street.\u201d \u201cI guess you\u2019re feeling better.\u201d I suggested. \u201cMmm, not really but hey, life goes on, right?\u201d Karmani replied with a smirk.<\/p>\n

My father chuckled and I cut my eyes at him as I followed behind Karmani to the kitchen. I walked in right on time to see my mother taking peach cobbler out of the oven. \u201cMy favorite! Hey Ma!\u201d I jumped up and down like a big ass kid while my sister rolled her eyes. As usual. My mother laughed and opened her arms as she approached me. \u201cChile, you so damn silly!<\/p>\n

Get over here and gimme my sugar. How you been? You know, you got some rambunctious kids.\u201d \u201cOh, I already know!\u201d \u201cDamn, Ma. I didn\u2019t even get a hug that tight.\u201d Karmani complained. \u201cOh, don\u2019t even start, Kay. Please.\u201d My mother sighed. \u201cI\u2019m just saying\u2026\u201d Karmani muttered and took a seat at the kitchen table.<\/p>\n

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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. 1kitap1.com\/en What happens when your twin sister lives her life so perfectly while you struggle to make yours pop?<\/p>\n

While everything seems to be going right in her life, you just can\u2019t seem to catch a break. Do you just sit by and continue to feel like an outcast, unlucky and overlooked? Or do you plot to fix it all on your own terms? Bitter As Fcuk! is a tale that takes a dark and twisted turn once secrets, lies and betrayal are revealed. Tears will be shed, pain will be felt and you\u2019ll soon realize that sometimes blood ain\u2019t no thicker than water.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en bit\u00b7ter Adjective Angry, hurt or resentful behavior of one\u2019s bad experiences or a sense of unjust treatment. \u201cTHAT BITCH WAS BITTER AS FCUK!\u201d 1kitap1.com\/en T he end of a long week in court finally arrived and the one thing I wanted to do after succeeding in getting my client off on all charges was lay up with my husband. But, of course Nasir was caught up in the streets per usual. Crazy of me to think this but I couldn\u2019t wait for the day when a bullet would force his ass to sit still for real.<\/p>\n

It seemed like he ate them shits for breakfast the way he was still walking around. I mean, we were married with three kids for crying out loud. A set of four-year-old twin girls, Princess and Paris and a two year old son, King. You\u2019d think Nasir would have tossed his Jordans and guns aside for some Ferragamo\u2019s and cuff links.<\/p>\n

Nope. I was starting to think that my husband would forever be a thug. With me being a criminal defense attorney and him being tied to the streets, it was still mind blowing how we made this shit work for over six years. It seemed like just yesterday when we met and fell in love. I remembered the shit like yesterday. \u201cAyo, bartender! Lemme get a round of shots for these beautiful ladies.\u201d This fine ass nigga shouted as he stepped over to the bar where I was seated with my twin sister, Karmani.<\/p>\n

Smirking down at me, in this way that made me feel sensational inside, he said, \u201cAnd uh, I\u2019ll take your phone number as well, ma.” \u201cHa! You barking up the wrong tree. You ain’t even her type. Trust me on that.\u201d Karmani laughed and flipped her long ass bundles over her shoulder. I tucked my long Brazilian tresses behind my ears as I felt my cheeks getting hot.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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