Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

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

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut-wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.

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.

Nobody should see my misery. Nobody should know. My heartbeat increased. My brain started signalling me to avoid such inconvenience. Beep ...beep... Beep ...Beep... Beep... Beep "Doctor, she is hyperventilating." "Sir, heartbeat is increasing." "Bring the defibrillation... make it quick. Fast." My eyes engulfed into the darkness as my body jerked with each shock. ************

And it began— That feeling of my heartbeats icing over leaving , something hot and bitter in my soul. Frustration had infiltrated my heart, leaving every of it dark feeling embedded within my chest as I walked away from the window. The fact he was still in my thoughts angered me, He was all over me, and there was a need that I needed to save me from myself before I let myself drown with my inevitable love for him. Might as well make it right — Bitterness cut through my chest, as I came to just one conclusion in my heart. If things turned out just as I thought it would, I am divorcing him.

I hated how quickly my heart started to break — not with a bang, but with a slow, sickening crack that made me feel stupid for even thinking I mattered at all. I hated that just hearing another woman’s name could make me feel like this — unwanted, replaceable, stupid. I blinked hard, trying to force the tears back. Don’t you dare cry, I told myself. Not here. Not in front of him. Not in front of them. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, pretending like I was adjusting my stance, pretending like I was fine. Like my chest wasn’t caving in. Like I didn’t just hear the name of the girl who might have Josh's heart.

He was liberated from the cage of the Island but still the aching in his heart didn't subsided. "I still hate you." He reminded himself standing in the his office. Recalling her betrayal helped him to let the hatred alive in his heart. He could never love her again as he always reminded his heart . According to the wizard of east, there was a frozen blood on his heart which was getting dense due to the broken state he had passed through for her betrayal. That's why the aching in his heart was still there.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

His words bit at me, an excruciating ache stabbing down on my chest. Deep and hard. “What?” Astrid screeched, storming to over to Christian and spewing out words in Italian. None sounded good. However, the ripping apart of my heart blocked off the rest of the noise in the room and all I could hear, feel, taste was the bitter betrayal that doused my form in cold, cold water. It shredded my insides and left nothing except the rigid knot hooked to my throat. I breathed in anguish and couldn’t let go.

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."