Bitter In Love Novels & Stories

" She said, indicative of the fact that, I won't hold my breath for ever. When I couldn't hold my breath anyone, I gulped it down. Accompanied by another cry, as I cried everyone laughed at me to scorn. That day, as darkness stole in, the bitterness I earlier felt became intense: everything tasted bitter in my mouth; my life was embittered. I was in the horror of an excruciating pain; in spite all these hellish horrors I must take another dose of those bitter drugs before retiring to bed. I thought about the taste, but I was left with no choice. That night I forcefully took them.

“How could you!” “Aww! Baby! That hurts!” he complained, even though he was still smiling ear to ear. He just didn’t expect her to care so much whether he like her coffee of not. Thus, he became serious and held her hand. “But I really liked it. your coffee was sweet when I first drink it. however, its aftertaste was too bitter. Making me want another sip. Then more. And more of it.” As Lucas said those words, it was hard to determine whether he was saying something more through those words. Cause if he was, was he saying that her love was sweet at first but too bitter in the end?

Looking straight into the woman's eyes, Scott asked cautiously. "Grace, are you... still in love with her? - Ah sorry - it’s ruining your mood, right?" Scott said again, trying to save the situation. He didn't like the change in her expression. He doesn't like it because the woman's bad mood is also affecting him more or less. She hoped that the boy wouldn't stay with her for long. But Grace's expression at that time was hard to read. "I thought so," Scott immediately came to his own conclusion. "Talking is the worst idea-" "I may still be in love with her. But I also can't deny it, I still feel bitter every time I hear her name called."

However, who is the child’s father? Chris got into one of his sports cars and drove to the closest club in the hopes of drowning his sorrows in alcohol and forgetting all that had happened. But how can one forget it all when the villain is the woman sleeping next to them? A single tear slipped as he continued to drink. With so much anger, he gulped down the whole bottle of his favorite poison. Today, however, it felt like the poison tasted like shitty coffee. It did not have any flavor at all. It was only bitterness that could be tasted, just like what was happening in his life. Bitter. He was currently having a bitter life. A woman has now worsened the hate relationship Chris had with his b

Bitter was a luxury of people who still believed the outcome was undetermined and he was not that. He was a man who had arrived in a city with a specific plan and had encountered a specific person who had been three steps ahead of him since before he arrived and had built something around his plan that had made his plan the wrong preparation.He thought about Aurelia Scar in his entrance hall.About what she had said.

my bitter quote. It was as if I was taken aback by the last thing I said. I am so dead! It was only a week, but why does the pain seem so painful. Or I am just expecting more from him. I wiped away the tears, before taking a taxi. I didn't look at him, because until now I felt like I was getting burned. I went home in tears, my night was very secluded. It used to be like that but from what I witnessed before, I lost even more strength to associate with others. Love wasn't this sharp you can't say it's just a touch and it's deep.

One that comes from the heartaches of betrayal. Her voice cut through the silence, heavy with betrayal and bitterness. “I sacrificed my friendship with her for you, Vincent. I was hated, insulted, and cursed for stealing you from my best friend! Yet I didn’t care, because that is how much I loved you. And this is what I get in the end? You cheat on me like this? Really?” Hatred colored every word and every breath. It was all over her face, so raw and ugly — and somehow, I loved watching it. She was finally tasting her own medicine. I didn’t understand why she found it so bitter when it was her turn to taste it.

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.

He said. I glared at him then, all the cheesiness gone, before pushing him away from me. "Just so you know, I'm not sharing this cake with you." I said, picking up the delicious cake. "Sadly, this lazy-ass person loves chocolate more than you." He rolled his eyes before looking up at the sky. "One day your heart will only be mine, Anderson." It already was. 

A week later, Vincent, who had been searching everywhere for me, cornered me in the underground parking garage. He was surrounded by cigarette smoke, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me. "Summer, why are you avoiding me? Am I really that unacceptable to you? Do you hate me that much? Is Alan Rivers really that great? I met you first. When will you ever pay me any attention? "My love for you is no less than your love for Alan! When will you finally realize that?" Looking at his reddened eyes, I realized that someone had been waiting for me all this time, without complaint or regret.