Bitter Feelings Novels & Stories

I was sure the food tasted good, but right now, I couldn't taste anything, except for the bitterness oozing out from the innermost depth of my heart. .

The sad part was that I'd indeed fallen for those underhanded tactics more times than I could count. When I didn't touch the soup, he inched closer with a playful smile. "Are you waiting for me to feed you? Are you still mad at me?" I quickly put some distance between us, repulsed by his attempts at sweetness. Once he realized I wasn't reacting the way I used to, his embarrassment turned to anger. "Cassandra, are you still not over it? Don't tell me you're still suspicious of my relationship with Olivia. I've already told you countless times that Olivia's my niece!

And I'd felt— "Bitter," I said slowly. "Like metal. Like when you bite your cheek and blood hits your tongue." "There it is." I heard Falco shift his weight. "That's your trigger. Not anger. Resentment. The kind you swallow instead of spitting out." I opened my eyes. He was watching me with that focused look, like I was a puzzle he was figuring out in real time. "Resentment?" "Yeah. The slow-burn kind. Builds up over time until your wolf decides to act on it." He tilted his head. "When else have you tasted that? Think."

Diamond asked "They did have plays, musicals and stuff but it's just that once I moved here; my confidence dropped. Chynna took away the high self esteem I used to have, she made me feel bad about myself; like I wasn't good enough " Alaina said sadly while twirling her straw It broke my heart to see my best friend sad, but it also made me hate Chynna even more for all the damage she cause in Alaina's life "Hey" I said quietly "but you're better now" I said rubbing her shoulder she smiled at me and I saw the tears in her eyes and it made me feel horrible

Rose was listening to the teacher who was teaching them trigonometry, she already knows it but she is using it to distract herself from the two lovebirds sitting beside her, she wish her mate accept her, she made up her mind to go see him after the class and ask why he doesn't want her and then she will accept the rejection but suddenly she was starting to feel uncomfortable again in her seat, all she could feel all over her body was a burning sensation, she is feeling a great pain all over her body and she kept shifting in her seat, everything was starting to get blurry she tried to mind link someone cause she could not talk even to call the lovers beside her but she was too weak to do so.

We'll see if you think it's still funny when next week comes, Eve. *** "You're on your period or something?" No, the woman I'm fucking is on her period. "How would I know if they're gonna cancel this budget. I'm not a fortune teller, Aug." Gerard sighs after I gave him a piece of my mind regarding the budget cut due to the low oil price. "You were much nicer last week, you know." He mutters while picking up his iPad, then gets up, ready to leave. "Whatever you're taking last week, or the week before, keep on feeding on those. Because this grumpy Augustine is affecting everyone in the office. You fucking yelled at Bree yesterday. What the hell?"

Lake: I could taste the bitterness at the tip of my tongue, like the bile that rested somewhere in my growling stomach. It traveled all the way to my throat and I swallowed hard to push it down to the pit of my belly where my anger boiled with a mixture of rage and thirst for blood. If Jojo or my son had been harmed in anyway, I was going to make sure he did not survive it.

I wanted their affection too. Sitting on my bed, I felt a sting in my eyes. My heart was racing, each beat spitting rage. My brows furrowed in the deadliest frown. I gritted my teeth to control my rage but my anger was more than my calmness. It burned through me, destroying every thread of calmness left. "Argghhhhh!"

Rebecca Beneath the layers of hurt and disappointment, a seething anger consumed me, directed at Artemy and myself alike. I couldn't help but question why I cared so deeply. It was an unfamiliar and unsettling sensation coursing through my veins—anger. I struggled to recall the last time I allowed myself to experience such a raw emotion. I had mastered the art of suppressing my feelings, becoming numb to the world and everyone in it. Yet now, I found myself wounded, let down, furious, and even jealous.

I felt bitter, angry, and a strong sense of betrayal weighed down on me, before I finally gave up. I died on the spot. How pathetic.