Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

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.

how I will handle Valentina again? VALENTINA ( POV ) Feeling bitter is a failure to love yourself, to see my own emotions with true clarity. For when I do, though I have been hurt so very much, there is the serenity that makes moving onwards possible, that opens new doors to new loves and new chances for myself growth. My battle is always with myself, to become my better self. So, love myself, become sweeter and I will be okay.

With no other choice, I reluctantly obeyed, feeling sick to my stomach as I swallowed the bitter taste of defeat. "Good girl, darling." He smirked, satisfied with my compliance, and released his grip on my chin. I wiped away the tears and tried to compose myself, knowing that this was far from over. I could feel the bile rising in my throat, but I managed to keep it down. The taste lingered in my mouth, a bitter reminder of my powerlessness at that moment.

I clarified. A savage anger surged from the depths, a brooding darkness that eclipsed reason. In the grip of this malevolent force, every thought was tinged with bitterness, and a sinister satisfaction whispered of revenge. It was as if shadows themselves had taken residence within, fueling a fierce storm of dark anger that sought release in ways both unpredictable and unsettling.

A deep tone with no room for argument and no way to retreat. He didn't wait for a response. He didn't give me even a second to object or deny what was boiling in my chest. He turned and disappeared. Inside me was a voice bleeding with bitterness, screaming from the oppression. My feelings were boiling and then suddenly going cold like molten metal, shattering and submitting under the weight of the bond. I knelt on my hands and knees on the damp ground. My exhale broke inside my chest as if my lungs weren't made for breathing after what happened. I wasn't crying, but my eyelids were heavy as if lead lived in them.

" he added, only to laugh afterward. The anger filled my heart with tears. I grip my hand, stopping the anger to filled to the top. "...how does it feel of getting a taste of your own medicine? Is it sour? Or sweet? Or bitter? Eenie-meenie-miny mo!" Finn laughed hysterically, like a fool dumb man. Or am I the fool?

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

A familiar voice startled me and I quickly wiped my tears, sniffing as my eyes met Caterina's. I hadn't heard her come in… “How are you feeling?” She asked gently, warm eyes taking in my form as she moved closer. I felt like shit. No. A lot worse. That was mildly putting it. I felt every single thing at once; bitterness, pain, hurt, betrayal—I was torn and I wished the last few hours never happened. I wish I had remained in the dark until I died. Ignorance truly is bliss.