Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her. She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a bittersweet realization th

I scream to him. He roars and lunges for me, slamming my back against the wall and knocking all the air out my lungs. He grabs my throat, squeezes it shut and before I can push him off me, his teeth sink in the soft flesh between my neck and collarbone until they hit the bone. The fucking bastard marked me! He fucking marked me! His emotions smash into me like a tidal wave, anger, frustration, lust and just a hint of guilt. I push him off me when he rolls his tong over the bite wound, closing it with his saliva. I shiver from the feeling he instantly gives me, fucking mate bond. I open my mouth to scream at him before my world twirls around me and darkness swallows me.

As it was almost eleven in the evening, the street was empty of any human and any of their activities. The silence surrounded her. It caused her to fall deep in her thoughts. Now that she is alone, she can finally feel the helplessness of a grieving human. She would like to cry. But she was never taught how to. The feeling was very unpleasant. It is very new to her. Bitterness is the closest description she have for this. She would like to relieve herself of this feeling, and so, she will never stop until she had her revenge... against the actual killer... against the one behind this... and against him, Chaster.. her partner.

" She said, indicative of the fact that, I won't hold my breath for ever. When I couldn't hold my breath anyone, I gulped it down. Accompanied by another cry, as I cried everyone laughed at me to scorn. That day, as darkness stole in, the bitterness I earlier felt became intense: everything tasted bitter in my mouth; my life was embittered. I was in the horror of an excruciating pain; in spite all these hellish horrors I must take another dose of those bitter drugs before retiring to bed. I thought about the taste, but I was left with no choice. That night I forcefully took them.

Reality Set In In the days that followed, I grappled with an overwhelming sense of being unwanted and unloved. Each moment transformed into a struggle, as I fought to keep my emotions at bay. Beneath the surface, bitterness and anger simmered, threatening to engulf me. I carried deep-seated resentment towards those who entered my life after my parents' passing, their presence a constant reminder of my loss.

He spoke with a few of his boys instructing them so that they find out where Marcus was immediate as he planned on teaching him a lesson. She stood there confused unable to understand the reason for his anger. She couldn't understand if he felt bitter that Marcus tried to have his way with her, or just angry because he hated Marcus. She couldn't detect which it was, and she either didn't want to get her hopes up on any of them or suddenly got her hopes up, only for them to be shattered by him.

But I don't feel calm inside. The lights inside the plane are not too bright. It's like a soft lamp is shining. But even with this soft light, I can feel the yucky feeling between us. It's like when you're in a room with someone you're mad at. The air feels thick and weird. That's how it feels now. I look around the plane. It's fancy and nice. But I don't care about that right now. I just want to feel better. I think about what's happening. I'm on a plane with someone, and we're not getting along. It's a weird feeling.

Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest. It started with the scent.

Alain didn't feel much like playing along given his bitterness and avoided being home altogether ever since the engagement had been announced. Once more Cordelia's moans filled Alain's ears and the pleasure took precedence over the loss he'd suffered due to nobility politics and the fact that he'd been taken for a fool. The bitterness remained despite the booze losing its sting as Alain continued to drive his wayward cock into the tightness of the redhead he'd awoke beside. He seemed to focus all of his aggression and loneliness into his thrusts and as a result, began pounding her in a frenzy as he felt the pain ebb away due to her tight warmth giving his weary mind something new to focus on

The events of the past month replayed in her mind like a haunting melody, each note a painful reminder of the betrayal she had endured. She had almost allowed herself to believe in Gerard again, to trust in his promises of redemption and forgiveness. For a fleeting moment, she had allowed herself to glimpse a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the darkness of her despair. But now, all she felt was bitterness and anger, like a bitter taste lingering on her tongue. The image of Gerard and Mia together flashed before her eyes, igniting a firestorm of emotions within her. Anger, betrayal, hurt – they all mingled together, creating a potent brew of resentment that threatened to consume her fr