Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

And they succeeded. I tell myself I’m not going to lose it. Not here. Not where they can still win. I’ve cried enough for Elliott. Enough for the years we had, enough for the cell that became my world, enough for the dreams that bled out between my fingers. But standing here, in this graveyard of my own making, I feel the bitterness clawing up my chest. It’s thick, heavy, poisonous. I’ve always been stubborn, but this… this feels different. This feels like hate.

"Stop acting weak now, Claire. How can you be so vicious? It's Henry's birthday today and yet you told everyone he's a b*stard!" Linda held the resentful Henry in her arms, tears streaming down her face. "Mrs. Rivers, I don't mind if you dislike me, but you don't have children. Henry is still the Rivers family's only heir. He's just a child. Do you know how much gossip hurts him?" I looked at her coldly. "I only stated the facts. Isn't Henry a b*stard child? He's an illegitimate child with an unknown father!" Jonathan suddenly slapped me. The force was so great that my lip split. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.

“Secret.” “What was it?” Angel frowned even more at Dion's answer. Dion laughed again. “Secret. Whenever I think of green tea I always think of secrets.” He looked at Angel seriously. “You know when a cup of green tea combined with jasmine comes to you; the aroma is very distinctive and amazing. You are tempted and can even imagine the taste, before you taste it. However, then when you take a sip, you will surely wince, feeling the bitterness against your tongue. After that when you sip it repeatedly, and then you can find the beauty of its combined taste. Green tea is always secretive, it's not like the scent it displays, it even provides bitterness on first contact. You always have to li

“I was the one who mistook your feelings over the past few years. Ethan, let's part on amicable terms. “You know I don't tolerate any form of betrayal.”

Even though the distance I put was greater that the great wall of China, I could still feel his eyes boring into me. Furious at both he and I, but most importantly; I. I was finally able to come to terms with what I was feeling. I was bitter. I was very bitter! One, for believing his lies, for landing myself into this situation; I should have walked away. I shouldn’t have let him get to me, now look at what I had become. But deep inside me I knew, none of the above were true to how much I truly felt, to how much I greatly despised myself, for still wanting him, for wanting him to see me just as how I saw him. And that no matter, how much shitty he treated me, I would still want him!

at least, I hoped not. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being stupid. My mood soured, and I despised myself for letting my emotions get the better of me. I couldn't explain why I was seething with anger. Axel and I weren't lovers, and he wasn't cheating on me, so I had no right to feel betrayed. Yet, that dry, scratchy feeling in my throat persisted, and I felt utterly wretched. It was as if my emotions had detached themselves from logic, leaving me to grapple with this inexplicable sense of hurt.

I have already angered him and absenting myself from this meeting will make him angrier. But why am I thinking about what will make him furious and what wouldn't?. Until now, I have never cared about what he hates and what he likes. I have never bothered about whether he gets angry with me or not. So what is changing now? Why am I feeling so restless? Is it my fault that he didn't tell me about Mr. Monnet's payment?.

"I'm Mariana and I don't really know why I'm here. With the number of times I've been cheated on, I don't see how it's possible to ever trust him again." I knew it sounded bitter and like I didn't even plan on trying this weekend, but honestly, right now I do feel bitter. Maybe it's just a defense mechanism so I don't feel any more hurt. I just can't take any more hurt. So yes, I'm bitter. Darryl shocked the hell out of me when he responded to my brutal honestly.

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut-wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.