Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

"I thought Yvonne married into a wealthy family. Turns out she picked up deadweight." "Serves him right. He's a loser but still acts arrogant. He deserves what he's getting." Every cruel word stabbed into my ears like tiny daggers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. There was no point arguing with people who were about to die.

She mattered to him more than he thought. The moment he opened the door, the smile vanished from Alan's face. He did not see that familiar figure. Everything in the house remained exactly as it was when he left, except for the glaring patch of dried blood on the corner of the floor tiles, which made Alan's heart skip violently. He suddenly remembered that it was from the kick he delivered that day. Regret ate away at him. Thinking about how he had made Summer cough up blood, Alan slapped himself hard across the face.

Didi asked me how that happened. But I lied to her saying I accidentally fell on glass shards. She somehow believed me and was forcing me to have painkillers. But I have a problem with taking medicines, I don’t know how to swallow them and also whenever I try to swallow, because of the bitter taste I always puke. So, I always say no to medicines. I can bear any type of physical pain but I can't bear the bitter taste of medicine. I am not afraid of injections but hell I am very afraid of medicines.

How strange it is that despite her extreme hatred he can't hate her back. How much he tried to let her thoughts go away, but his mind get that much entangled about her. His heart was all wounded and it kept wounding. Life has led him to a strange testing time. "You don't marry Zoya aunt, you marry with mama, uncle please....." Muathar's voice resonated somewhere near. In helplessness, he hold the pillow in his hand and fell on the bed helplessly. Now his heart wasn't in his control it was beating wildly.

"If the car won't contain, I will go first... if the food is little" "I will eat first, they have been so kind, I wonder why I would have to loose them so early?" "And they left me to route in suffer, I know what am passing through this days" Birdie explained. And Wisdom become so weak, this is the first course that is bigger than his brain. He has never came across cases like this, and this one is of course the hardest of them all. Where would he has to start from? how would he explain to her? Just imagine that she is just crying because of the movie that reminded her about her past.

And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man And I know they're gonna hate But I don't care, I barely can wait To hit 'em with the snare and the bass Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced Because they're gonna taste my— Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm Ever gonna slow up and I'm Ready to snap any moment I'm Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em They ain't gonna know what hit 'em (W-W-When they get bit with the—) Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum And I'm not knowin' when I'm

" 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.

Every word, every touch, every shared memory had been tainted, distorted by the revelation of Lucy's betrayal. His fists pounded against the unyielding air, a futile attempt to release the pent-up frustration. The anguish clawed at his chest, threatening to tear him apart from within. He could taste the bitterness of betrayal, a bitter aftertaste that lingered on his tongue. The world around him seemed to blur, his vision clouded by the storm raging within his soul. His heart pounded against his ribcage, its rhythm a harsh reminder of the pain he endured. He could feel his breath coming in ragged gasps, the air heavy with the weight of disappointment.

Her mind was shattering and she felt as though she was tugging at the strings of insanity, slowly but surely pulling closer and closer to an absolute loss of her mind. Bitterness. Bitterness clawed at her heart with it is long twisted, dirty and brown finger nails, it clawed at her heart, slowly seeping in, penetrating her very being. Hazel will pay for this... She will pay so dearly the moment she gets a chance to crawl out of this filthy place. She will make her pay for every wasted, dying minute here in which she drowned in her anguish.

He unceremoniously collapsed to the floor, dejected and embraced by deadly emotions that seemed to want to rip his heart off of his system. A fountain of salty waters snaked across the floor of his cheeks, leaving the bitter taste of melancholy. His face was covered in nothing but redness like he had received excruciating hot slaps. He was too numb to tell his mind to think of something — a giant hole quickly found a permanent home in his heart.