Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

He was standing with his arms crossed in front of my face, his expression no longer gentle nor in pain. “You’ve been staring into empty space for a couple of minutes now,” The strongest feeling of anger, bitterness, and frustration that I had bottled up deep inside me suddenly exploded like a ticking bomb. “YOU ARE THE EVILEST IN THE WORLD!”

As she tasted the bitterness, her entire body trembled lightly. Initially, the bitterness he felt from the medicine! It seemed to be nothing compared to the pain she brought him. The bowl of medicine... was quickly finished. Irwin clearly felt what kind of bitterness a bowl of medicine could bring to a person. That was far beyond what one could taste with just one sip. A whole bowl of medicine allowed one to know what the bitterest taste in the world truly was. He held Natalie gently in his arms, gently pressing his nose against hers. Their breaths intertwined as they silently sat there.

I retorted. “Oh, there she goes, bitter towards handsome guys! Don’t generalize! Not all handsome guys are players.” He quipped. Is he crazy? He’s the one who left me, and now he’s calling me bitter? I’m not bitter, I’m just annoyed. Does he care? I let him be, thankfully. I might really lose my cool with this gay guy. I love my friend, but I really get irritated when they’re both mentioned. It makes me uncomfortable, to be honest.

"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.

Liam felt a sense of bitterness creep up within himself. Indeed, he couldn't tell everyone to their face that this incident had nothing to do with Hannah. But he would have other ways!

I breathed, lacing my fingers into the mop of dark curls that sat on his head. "I've always been a bitter person but when you are around my bitter resolve never seems to last very long," he began, "I don't know why I became so bitter. Maybe it was because I was abandoned at the age of two to grow up with no parents and with no love. Maybe it was because I had been dumped in foster home after foster home from the age of two. Maybe it was because I had to witness so much that it turned me into someone so cold-hearted who pushed everyone away."

But most importantly, I feel wronged. "You're the one saying that when you told me you didn't want anything to do with me? For someone who's not supposed to have to do anything with me, you sure seem alot betrayed right now. And it's not like I was committed to you, Justine. I wanted to be. But you didn't want me", I fight back. I feel used. I feel bitter. I feel like the worst person to exist right now. She seems a little taken aback by my reaction but not enough to back down.

A ghost of who we once were. But those ghosts were swiftly, brutally, exorcised by the memories of what followed. The betrayal. The relentless cruelty. The audacity of his attack on my own life. No. The bitterness coated my tongue, far stronger than the coffee. Forgiveness was a foreign concept when it came to Donald Bavarish. It was a weakness. I ran a hand over my jaw, the rough stubble a minor irritation compared to the deep-seated anger that still pulsed beneath the surface. I didn't see myself forgiving Donald easily. The words were an understatement. I didn't see myself forgiving him at all.

I felt like I couldn't be good enough for them. The bitterness in my heart intensified. In my mind, she embodied everything I feared I wasn't—tall, bold, and seemingly perfect for my mates. The anger and frustration welled up within me, threatening to overflow. Infuriated, I found myself swirling the liquid in my glass, its amber hues mirroring the whirlwind of emotions deep in my heart. I took a deep gulp of the drink in front of me, the taste of alcohol tingling on my tongue. I knew I wasn't skilled in handling alcohol, but at that moment, I didn't care.

He felt a sharp sting inside his chest remembering her. " Was I that bad?" He asked trying to figure out what wrong he had done that she chose to betray him. He again asked looking at the sky," What was my fault to deserve her betrayal?" " Was there any lacking in my love?" He asked placing his hand over his heart which was beating rapidly. Then, he let out some sarcastic laughter like an insane person. He remembered those photos & videos and continued laughing without any reason. He started pulling his hair due to pain and frustration and that's when his laughter turned into some slow sobs. He bit his lips to control his emotions and rubbed his whole face making it completely red.