Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

A life is at stake here! His words left me dumbfounded and hurting, like I had my heart gouged out too. I held Stan's photo tightly against myself, but no matter how hard I gripped it, it wasn't filling the hole in my chest. "A life is at stake?" I laughed wryly, before snapping coldly, "When he just went missing for hours?! My dear Stan had an accident and then got his heart taken away! So I guess some lives are more at stake than the others?!"

My heart finally slowed, though it still felt sore, bruised in a way that wouldn’t fade quickly. I leaned back slightly, staring ahead. I’ll miss Nick, the thought slipped in quietly, unwelcome, my jaw tightened. But it’s for the best, I shook my head faintly, as if that would physically knock him out of my mind, and I hate him now. The bitterness surprised me with how sharp it felt. It settled deep in my chest, heavy and uncomfortable. Big… cheat. Tears filled my eyes without permission, blurring the cabin lights into soft halos. I blinked fast, swiping them away angrily with the back of my hand.

Jessica said. She really appeared to be real with her words with him. Xander on the other hand, is a very flexible person, whose mind and emotions could be easily controlled and maneuvered by words. Even though he has very good business dealings, he has very strong weaknesses in the areas of his heart. He would rather listen to the words of spectators, rather than observe and listen to the intuition of his mind. Thus, this was one of the negative tools that hindered the marriage between him and Lizzy, his ex-wife from prospering. "But you know that I can't be in a romantic relationship with two sisters right? It doesn't speak well of me, in terms of morality, and what people would say about

“I told you from the beginning, I have no place left for anyone else. It’s just not possible.” He looked away, his jaw clenched, the hurt in his expression unmistakable. After a moment, he scoffed, a bitter sound that surprised me. “You know, Margarette, maybe you’re right. Maybe you don’t have any room left. Because you keep the gates of your heart closed so tightly, it’s worse than if you’d lost it completely. You’re alive, yes, but in every way that matters, your heart is as closed off as if it were…” he trailed off, his gaze distant, before looking back at me. “It’s worse than if it were dead.”

{Being noble was about obtaining pleasure no matter the cost it was better to indulge than to be used to indulge and that was all that mattered. Of course, this was the sheer bitterness inside the formerly prudish young man that had been talking, and in lew of his broken heart, it was the only voice he'd been willing to listen to.

While I was thinking about what she was talking about, she was saying the same thing. "You are solid now. But then, as time passes. As time go on, you're slowly turning into liquid. Like the way it was before." I gulp again, not liking what Im thinkig and feeling anymore. I reached for the spoon, and took a bite of the salad. When it touches my tongue it tasted sweet, but what I feel right now is bitterness. It's bitter. I feel bitter because of what Gina says. "You can't fall in love with anyone. Because in the end you'll marry another man, not the man you love." she said seriously then licked the finger that was covered with milk.

“Lulu said that since you dislike the bitterness of the medicine, you must have a candy afterward.” Carissa took the candy, savoring its sweet and sour taste in her mouth. In truth, she had long since overcome her fear of bitter medicine. As a child, she had indeed dreaded the taste of medicine. Her small face would be scrunched up in distaste as she clung to her mother. Her parents and brothers all felt pained for her. But now, who was there for her to show her displeasure to? Whom could she cling to? In a moment of melancholy, the sweetness in her mouth faded, leaving only the bitterness of the medicine and the sour taste—much like the unexpected emotions that occasionally surged within he

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.

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.