Bitter Heart Novels & Stories

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.

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

"Love? Who said that I don't love you, Mervin? Can't you see that I am dying to have you? Just tell me. Why not me? Why her and not me?" "That's the question you should be asking." He paused. Then he added " Miranda, you are obsessed with me, Which ain't cool. We are incompatible in many ways. My heart cannot beat for someone like you. You are just the devil's sister in disguise of a human being" After raining all the disheartening words to Miranda. Mervin did not spare another glance at Miranda before locating the door. "No. This cannot be happening. I will never give up on you! You are mine, Mervin, I love you!!"

Her eyes couldn't more widened, and her voice couldn't be more exaggerated, she growled, “What?!” “Don't blame me for being merciless!” Though he said those with cunning eyes, with bravery and as if a hero destine to save the day, his heart actually beating with uncontrollable bitterness. The growl seems like the might of heaven itself, and the thunderous clap numb his ears. “You're gone mad...” Bright throw everything in the area to the hovering figure above, unable to contain the frustration in his heart. The boy easily dodge those and look so regretful, that alone cause brigbmht to explode.

And from what I had experienced in life, the heart was as deceitful as a serpent. Groaning my frustration, I chugged down the burning liquid in the tumbler with a wince. This shit was driving me insane.

Brittany: He pulled me into a tight hug, “Brittany, listen to my heart, even if my lips are lying my heart wouldn’t lie.” His heart was thudding fast and they were giving a different sound, like he wanted to communicate something to me through his heart, and I could hear the mixture of his heartbeat and that of his wolf's heart. “I do not want to listen to your heart just go away.” I pushed him slightly from myself. “As at this point, I do not care what you or your heart have to say, please go away, leave me alone, I am broken already, don’t add to it.”

He thinks that I hurt him? No. I parted my lips in shock and placed my fingers over my heart, clenching my top’s material in between my fist. The abnormal rate of my heartbeat raced up. He must be angry. He must be hurt. He must be feeling betrayed. He must be sad. With my last thought, I almost felt like someone had passed a knife through my heart. The pain became unbearable. A strange feeling of suffocation filled over my senses and without thinking twice, I tapped on the door. Again and again.

Bella sat on the cold floor, cursing everything about her existence , silently cursing the day her mother gave birth to her. Her life, her world, her breath ,everything about her existence she hated right now. She was a young, naive soul whose hopes had shattered right before her eyes. The pain in her chest felt like a thousand knives piercing through, sharp and relentless, drilling the blood out of her already shattered heart. She clutched her chest, struggling to breathe. Bella never told anyone that she carried a fatal disease that threatened her life — a heart disorder shadowed by anxiety and depression ever since she lost her mother.

I fucking love that girl! I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the middle of the stairway, drowning in my problems.