Bitter In Love Novels & Stories

I muttered. He didn’t look convinced. “Do you still love him that much?” he asked, and there was something in his tone that made me look at him properly. Bitter. That’s the word. There was bitterness there. And something else… Something I don’t want to name. I exhaled slowly, turning my gaze away from him and back to the window. “Love? Luca,” I said, my voice softer now but steady. “This pack took a lot from me, and it was a place I once called home.”

This was her becoming the version of herself I never wanted to see again. The one that had learned a long time ago not to trust anyone. Not to believe in anything good. Not to let people in. And fuck— I was the one who had put her back there. "You were a bet once," I said, voice hoarse, desperate, knowing there was nothing I could say to fix this but still needing to fucking try. "You were never a bet to me." She laughed. Soft. Bitter. Deadly. "Do you even hear yourself, Travis?"

Betraying butterflies fluttered from her lower stomach. “What do you want in exchange for your secret?” he whispered as his eyes flickered between her lips and her eyes. Exchange? That hits her. Realizing what he is trying to do, she slowly bit her lower lips. “You don’t bribe the master of bribery, alpha Zaden” she whispered and pressed her palm on his chest, pushing him away.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and carefully move aside his arm from my shoulder. I silently close the door of his bedroom, after glancing at him with careness. He caused me heartache for three years, but I still can't move away from him, can I? Is it call love, huh? I recall the famous quote by British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have love at all."

she blurts out, frowning and starting to think, "Yeah, it's a little strange, wolves are only supposed to fall in love with their person. Their mate. But in that case, that person would have to feel the same way about you… and you say this boy doesn't seem to have the same reactions to you, right?" "Right. And not only that, the guy is a beta," I say and that confuses my mother even more. Not only does it confuse her, I can see her snobby self come out a little and she gives me a strange look. I can almost hear what she's going to say even before she says it.

"I'm Mariana and I don't really know why I'm here. With the number of times I've been cheated on, I don't see how it's possible to ever trust him again." I knew it sounded bitter and like I didn't even plan on trying this weekend, but honestly, right now I do feel bitter. Maybe it's just a defense mechanism so I don't feel any more hurt. I just can't take any more hurt. So yes, I'm bitter. Darryl shocked the hell out of me when he responded to my brutal honestly.

"And if I don't?" Kael didn't answer. Because without resistance, there was nothing to push against. Nothing to prove. The distance between them disappeared before Kael could decide who had closed it. One moment they were standing apart, and the next— Everything broke. The kiss was sudden, unplanned, and not gentle at all. It held years of built-up tension, every unspoken thought, every moment they had stood on opposite sides and refused to give in. There was nothing careful about it, nothing hesitant. It was direct, sharp, and impossible to misunderstand. Kael felt it immediately, the strength of it surprising him in a way nothing else had that day. Lucian didn't pull away. He responded jus

“Well, think about it rationally. Have you ever heard of someone being salty and still able to be in love?” Heph wipes a few symbols from the board and writes something else. “No. It doesn’t happen. Love isn’t just a chemical, dear girl. It causes a physical reaction that is the opposite of salt. Salt may be a neutral compound, but it has a bitter taste. It destroys love. Chemistry isn’t my strong suit, but even I know that. You need something to strengthen your compound… like… I don’t know… gallium, I guess? Small particles of it. Ever heard the expression, ‘make him melt in your hands’?”

Love. END

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