Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

Xavier's heart, though, remained hardened, his resolve unwavering. My heart was rebelling against the harshness in front of me at the time. I wished I could step in and save Ray from the tragedy that loomed over him. But I remained invisible, a bystander in this terrible moment of father and son, powerless to alter the direction of their entwined fates. As a result, I bore witness to the catastrophic effects of a father's betrayal with a sad heart. The scene stayed with me as a harsh reminder of the depths to which a person's heart can go when engulfed by darkness.

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.

Nobody would ever like to hear their parents vilify each other. Bella is sick of constantly being poisoned with things that can damage her heart and mind. It's not enough the suffer all this time. Until Mom and Dad still have to destroy her feeling too. Bella's heart was broken again and again. Maybe now her heart was out of shape, pitch-black from nine years of poison. As cold as the frozen and numb polar ice. Anyone could tell what Bella's heart wants to do now, she doesn't care anymore. Bella considers herself a human who has fallen into darkness, lost without being able to find direction and purpose. There was no place for her to return to but this cold, empty house.

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.

“ My patience has now paid off. I love you more, my love. I swear with all my life that I will make you happy and give you all. I will never betray you.” Danielle moved her face closer to him again. Their eyes were sparkling with full of love. There's no more hint of hatred nor jealousy in Anthony's eyes. Anthony bent his head to kiss her. Then, Anthony lifted her up and they turned around and around while their lips was tasting the sweetness of their kiss.

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

" | said back. But even though | tried to sound annoyed, | knew he was right. He looked over at me with a smirk and | internally rolled my eyes. | felt kind of silly letting him stand there and watch me while | slammed my fists into the bag. Mentally, | made Sawyer's face appear on the bag in front of me and | punched it with all my might. I don't know what overpowered me and why I was annoyed by him. He didn't really do anything to annoy me maybe it is that person henry I was annoyed at but I punched him twice and now the anger should have gone, right? Then why the hell I am so annoyed by swayer. I have no answers to these questions roaming around my mind so I just got carried away with pun

Her mind barked at her, turning against her to defend her enemy. Everything in her bathroom reminded her of Bentley. When she stepped into the bathtub, it took her back to Bentley and the scene in his bathroom played before her. Her cheeks turned crimson, not understanding why she was thinking of the person she hates most in her entire life and that too in an intimate way.

I run my icy finger across his cheek, it leaves a trail of frostbite in its wake. “So you thought you could just attack my pack, my people and get away with it, with me? Goddess they really haven’t prepared you for what you would find here huh.” I stalk around him is small circles. His breath is uneven and his heart is beating so rapidly it reminds me of colibri wings flapping.