Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't know why she suddenly felt so bitter about the situation. "She's right here," Max responded, not breaking eye contact with Melissa. He, too, felt an inexplicable connection, hoping against hope that she would remember their shared past. "Oh," Melissa muttered, her tone filled with bitterness. She couldn't grasp why she felt this way, but it was clear that she had some unresolved emotions. Max sensed her annoyance, sadness, and bitterness in her words. He knew that her heart recognized him but her memory failed her, and it pained him to witness her distress.

dear fate, is that how you treat my fragile heart? All Hearts !!

Elysia, The distinct bitterness of oleander still lingered in my mouth, coating my senses with its deadly essence. It was the second poison I had recognized, almost immediately after the first. Oleander was ruthless—it weakened the heart, slowly breaking down its strength until it faltered completely. Heart attacks, heart failure, an excruciating end that left no room for recovery. Yet, I was still here.

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.

I looked towards the chocolate again, then I couldn't hold myself from walking towards it, then I took one I guessed would be so sweet, uncovered it, and put it in my mouth. The sweet taste bursted in my mouth but instead of sweetness, I felt bitterness in my heart. I lowered my head and rubbed it when I felt the pain in my head increase. I Took in a sharp breath and closed my eyes to endure the pain. I chuckled then bit my lips until I felt the taste of blood in my mouth, then it was mixed with the chocolate in my mouth. “Maybe I needed this pain to clear off some things,” I muttered then scrambled back to my bed and fell on it, not caring about the aching that was becoming stronger.

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.