Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

When I had enough, I got back up to the top and inhaled deeply. What was going on with me? I felt really tired. How could Alpha Nate have betrayed me? Tears cascaded down my cheeks and I sniffled. All the hard work I'd been engaging in. Was it all worthless? What had I been doing wrong to make Alpha Nate hate me this much? It was tiring. Was there no one I could hold close to my heart who would not betray me? Now I knew Alpha Nate and Zaria North had both been serving the Shadow Wolves.

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

He sighed. “I don’t drink alcohol except for a glass of wine sometimes.” She told him. “Oh yeah? Well, you devoured those two glasses like you were an expert.” She giggled drunk. “That is the worst alcohol I have ever tasted.” “Yeah well, it wasn't made for girls like you.” She hit his head. “Oww.” “Stop making yourself so bitter. I like the sweet you.” she told him. “The sweet me?” He asked.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

“ What is your dream?” “ I dream to become a good teacher and make my parents and grandmother proud of me. To give them a comfortable life. But......” Danielle paused and tears fell down from her eyes. She remembered her parents and grandmother again. Her heart felt pain and sorrow just by remembering them. It's her weakness. Anthony felt that Danielle was crying at his back. He wanted to turn to face her and comfort her but he just clenched his fist. Why do I soften when this girl cries? What's happening to me? My heart felt broken to hear her sobbing at my back. He thought.

"Listen up, punk. | don't care how you spend your time. Whether it's banging up a few girls or partying all night, | don't care, but | will not, | repeat, will not let you smirk around and act all smug and cocky towards me. Your first impression for me wasn't good, and frankly, first impressions are extremely important. So great job. | now think of you as a pathetic son of a bitch." His face was emotionless and pale. His mouth was slightly open and he was stiff as a board. | turned on my heel, grabbed my bag, and walked out of the gym. | could've sworn that there was steam blowing out of my ears. Guess I'm never training here again. After | had gotten home from the gym yesterday, | took a ni

, isn't that what Fred said? A combination of a battered heart and a bruised soul How will you bear the brunt of this Karmic burden you made? All Hearts!!

I swallow another bitter sip of coffee, closing my eyes a little as the bitterness washes my throat all the way down. Damn it! I can't take another sip. I pour the remaining water into the sink and start dragging my feet out. "Is it too bitter for your liking?" Oh, this, BITCH! "What do you care?" I snap, turning slowly to look at her ugly face. That's according to my hatred for her, though.

But in that, I felt more heartbreak. Maybe outsiders could not fully understand his torment. They have seen the tip of the iceberg, never its weak heart. I've seen it. In the dark room, Brian was in the middle of an ample space. His face was lowered, surrounded by wine bottles and cigarette butts. He alone gnaws at the pain that only he understands. Although Brian may seem cold outside, his heart is warmer than anyone else's. He always blames himself for his past mistake that caused his loved ones to die, it's a big stain in his life that he can't erase, and there's no way for him to forgive himself.

] [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."