Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

"Hades, my promise came with conditions. Did you forget I also said I'd leave you if you ever cheated on me? Also, I don't love you anymore!" He looked at me, dumbfounded. "But I'm prepared to divorce her! I won't cheat on you ever again. Cassandra, don't say such hurtful things, alright? My heart aches. You can touch it if you don't believe me." I stepped back, maintaining distance, and asked a student passing by to inform Tobias about the situation.

Aella scares me, I fear losing her more than I fear having the videos of my worst nightmare flying around. I have tried to find more suitable words to describe my feelings for her. The word Love doesn't do justice to it...I fear it carries little weight. I burn for her, my heart beats solely for her. I only started living when those blues landed on me. I will die for her, and then rise again to die for her. She is my heartbeat. I wanted to stay away, I wanted to save her the pain of seeing those videos that would get to her, sooner than later. But I am a selfish man, I couldn't bear another minute without her.

Unbeknownst to him, his mother, witnessed the storm raging in his heart and it didn’t do a favor to her as she felt her heart was going to explode with such excruciating pain. “Why would you say that, my child?” Being helpless to hear aching heart, she cupped Hunter’s cheek and The unspoken pain echoed in the silence, leaving a poignant heaviness in the air. “What should I say then?” His tone turned bitter, a manifestation of the constant grumpiness that seemed to envelop him. Unintentionally, the turmoil within him spilled over, directed at their mother. “That my fate is the best and it never hurts me? That it never ever tries to crush even the simplest of dreams that I have tried to work o

His words filled my mouth with a bitter taste. It was as though the grip on my heart faltered when the quietness around me settled. There was still that raw ache in my heart , that stillness. I walked to the window and looked out of it hoping that at least nature wasn't pissed with me as the rest of the world. A dark cloud had hung out there since I had walked back home from jogging an hour ago— When I’d come inside. I hadn’t gone about anything the right way, but I hadn’t done this for a reason.

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

I want you to suffer so bad that you'll hate me the way I hate you. So I open the food container and throw the cookies on the floor. Seeing her reaction, I proceed with stepping on the broken cookies to make sure they're all turning into tiny pieces. I won't even allow you to eat these. They're mine, and mine alone. You can't take anything from me again, Eve. I've decided it's enough the moment you took my heart and trash it into tiny pieces like these cookies.

"That’s so unfair,” Patricia whispered, her voice trembling, betraying the whirlwind of emotions that had built up inside her. She could feel the sharp bitterness rising, raw and unfiltered, filling her chest with a heaviness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in so long. The dull ache that pulsed within her heart, growing with each beat, felt like a painful reminder of every hurt, every unspoken word, and every regret she had buried over the years. It was an ache that had become a constant companion, something she had accepted as a part of her life, yet now it seemed magnified, echoing in the silence between them. And in the midst of that ache, there was clarity—a bittersweet realization th

Broken in a way that even anger couldn’t mask. He paused, breathing in deep like he was swallowing something that refused to stay down. He turned toward me then, slowly. His eyes—bloodshot, tired, pained—locked onto mine. “You asked if I’m okay?” he repeated, voice hoarse. I nodded, barely. “I’m not.” He breathed out a bitter laugh that didn’t sound like laughter at all. “I’m not fucking okay, Naina. My heart… it’s so heavy, it hurts to breathe. It’s like this tightness in my chest that won’t go away. Like I’m stuck in a nightmare, and no matter how hard I try to wake up, I can’t.”

No amount of scrubbing could get rid of that bitter annoyance in her heart. She felt that the switch to the emotions in her heart was broken.

AVA ​I woke up to a morning that felt entirely cold, grey, and wrong, despite the brilliant, blinding gold of the Dubai sun pouring over the marble floors of the penthouse. ​The phantom pain that had ripped through my chest during the dark hours of the night was gone, leaving behind a heavy, toxic layer of pure bitterness in my heart. As I sat at the kitchen island, staring blankly down into a cup of herbal tea I hadn't touched, my chest felt tight with an unexplainable sense of betrayal. It was a sickening, instinctual certainty that something beautiful had been permanently broken across the ocean. I didn't have the details, but my soul felt dirty, heavy, and completely wrapped in mourning.