Bitter In Love Novels & Stories

"Ana, please wait, give me a chance, I've changed and I can change more man, I love you, even your mother is accepting this, please stay!" "Brian, I was always here the whole time, and you didn't notice, and then when I finally got over it you showed up, and what do you want to do? Do you want me to resurrect all that love of ours that you refused to receive so much? Because you were busy too much to fight for him! I have no words to describe that pain, which I only felt, that smile that illuminated me, was also the reason for my darkness, where do you want me to hide my bitterness? Do you want me to simply forget everything that bothered me? did it pass? Don't ask me for impossible things..

I take a gentle walk across to him, "Let's face it, I'm not going to become a better person. The woman who will be devoted to you, submit to you. I'm not going to tell you to give me the time I will change, because I doubt I will. If I was going to shred myself of this bitterness and allow love to flow in and heal me, I would have done that in all the years I have spent with you." He just stands silently, watching me talk like the selfish bitch that I am. "I never asked you to love me. You did that on your own. And It's so annoying how you always guilt-trip me like I dragged you into this and failed to be committed. But although I wasn't the one who told you to love me the way you do, I'm go

how I will handle Valentina again? VALENTINA ( POV ) Feeling bitter is a failure to love yourself, to see my own emotions with true clarity. For when I do, though I have been hurt so very much, there is the serenity that makes moving onwards possible, that opens new doors to new loves and new chances for myself growth. My battle is always with myself, to become my better self. So, love myself, become sweeter and I will be okay.

Any other woman would have taken the easy way out and accepted the proposal I offered, but not Andrea. Little did she realize that the more she fought me, the stronger my determination to have her in my life was. Yes, I was obsessed with her! I wanted to relive those moments I spent with her for a month in my bachelor pad in Athens. Andrea wasn’t so bitter towards me then. I knew she used to have a crush on me! She had agreed readily to move in with me. Then why couldn’t she now? There has been no improvement in my situation even after five long years. Flashback Five Years Ago

That way, no one would ever steal me away from her. But her cakes were always bitter and overly rich. Still, because she made them, I treated them like the best thing in the world and finished every bite. Until one day, she realized the truth and burst into tears, throwing herself into my arms. "The cake is so bitter! Why do you still eat it?" I patted her head and smiled. "Who says it's bitter? Your cake is full of proof that you love me. It's very sweet. If you don't make it with love, even the best cake in the world will taste bad."

“Mamma?” “I’m fine. Just tired,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut. Using all my strength, I tried to lift her. When I couldn’t, I reached for the pillows and fluffy blankets, pulling them off the bed, covering her small body. “My little prince,” she murmured. “He stole from you.” I didn’t understand the feelings that slithered through my veins at her words. It would take me years to finally realize it was bitterness.

The salty taste burned over my taste buds, evoking a disgusted feeling towards me for not being able to tell him the truth. "You're bursting in tears with your husband kissing you but not even heisted a bit before staying at stranger's place for whole night. Oh yes, I forgot he's isn’t the stranger for you now, right? Who knows to which extent you've gone yesterday’s night..." He said bitterly, removing his fingers from my neck and pushing me harshly against the wall. I rubbed my fingers slowly over my neck to ease the pain and closed my eyes shut. The cruelty from his words hit directly into my heart. That feeling of hatred and disgust was laced in his voice.

Love is complicated. TO BE CONTINUED

Without saying anything he called a waiter and told him to serve him a drink. He clutches the glass in his trembling hand. The amber liquid reflects his inner devastated mind, swirling like a storm of emotions within him. With each sip, bitterness, and sorrow mix, a bitter cocktail of one-sided love, hatred, and betrayal. When he knew she didn't love him he was hopeful she day she had to. But once she reciprocated her feelings or pretended to do that his mind was filled with hope. Adrian closed his eyes tightly to get rid of the bitter memories. But what if… what if everyone was lying?

The last word hung between them, heavy with finality. He bit into another strawberry, hearing the sound of a violent crunch in the charged atmosphere. The sweetness was lost on him, just as the bitterness of rejection consumed Olivia. In this house of glass and stone, reflections of love twisted into shadows of betrayal, every mirrored surface echoing back the fractures of their relationship.