Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

Gritting my teeth and fighting the nausea, I grabbed a trash bag from the car and quietly retched into it. When I looked up, Charles was glaring at me with an expression of pure disgust. “Sarah, you know Bev has to get in this car later. Now you’ve made it smell disgusting. Are you trying to ruin her day on purpose?” I clutched the edge of my shirt tightly. “I can’t stand the scent of that air freshener.” His face darkened even further. “That air freshener is Bev’s favorite. So, tell me, is it really the smell you can’t stand? Or is it Bev?

My heart finally slowed, though it still felt sore, bruised in a way that wouldn’t fade quickly. I leaned back slightly, staring ahead. I’ll miss Nick, the thought slipped in quietly, unwelcome, my jaw tightened. But it’s for the best, I shook my head faintly, as if that would physically knock him out of my mind, and I hate him now. The bitterness surprised me with how sharp it felt. It settled deep in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable. Big… cheat. Tears filled my eyes without permission, blurring the cabin lights into soft halos. I blinked fast, swiping them away angrily with the back of my hand.

However, who is the child’s father? Chris got into one of his sports cars and drove to the closest club in the hopes of drowning his sorrows in alcohol and forgetting all that had happened. But how can one forget it all when the villain is the woman sleeping next to them? A single tear slipped as he continued to drink. With so much anger, he gulped down the whole bottle of his favorite poison. Today, however, it felt like the poison tasted like shitty coffee. It did not have any flavor at all. It was only bitterness that could be tasted, just like what was happening in his life. Bitter. He was currently having a bitter life. A woman has now worsened the hate relationship Chris had with his b

You can only take so much before you become bitter. “Yeah,” I say, more than ready to eat and to get a break from this place. We’ve been here since the morning and have been going nonstop. It’s been the welcomed distraction that I hoped for; though, my mind flitted back to Josie every now and then. I want to talk to her and make things okay between us again. And by okay, I mean I want to go back to the previous animosity we held against each other.

Skylar's POV I felt like I would break apart. I could almost hear my heart shattering into a million pieces. Every possible emotion overwhelmed me, but only one stood out more than the others, Misery. All because today was Monday. The day that leads to a whole week of school. What can I say? I hated waking up so early –for such purpose– with a burning passion. It's not like I got bullied, had to go through mean girls, or had really bad teachers.

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

he repeated bitterly, not even looking at her in the eyes and blaming her. As Kaitlyn tried to find the right words, Kyle's bitterness lingered in the air. Her heart ached, realizing that the person she longed to see was now standing before her, not with warmth but with resentment. In that moment, as Kyle's bitter words hung in the air, Kaitlyn's heart echoed with the resonance of unspoken pain. If only he could discern the fractures etched across her soul, he would have glimpsed the depth of her heartbreak, the silent sobs that reverberated within.

I swallow another bitter sip of coffee, closing my eyes a little as the bitterness washes my throat all the way down. Damn it! I can't take another sip. I pour the remaining water into the sink and start dragging my feet out. "Is it too bitter for your liking?" Oh, this, BITCH! "What do you care?" I snap, turning slowly to look at her ugly face. That's according to my hatred for her, though.

he loves you so much. Emotions surged her. ‘You must he wondering what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling..." She met Catherine's eyes. ‘Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at the blatant rejection slapped right into your face without even saying a word yet? You ask yourself every question you can think of. What, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and make one hell of a story.’

I took a sip, and it felt as if I had just tasted the most vicious thing in the world. My throat dried just by taking the first sip, and the bitterness made my skin crawl. “This is not just an ordinary tea, this is related to your next test! Have you ever noticed why the crowd is always attracted to you in a bad way? Why are they always after you? Either constantly trying to hurt you or force you into something you do not want?” She began to walk in front of me.