Bitter Love Novels & Stories

His muscles were solid beneath my fingers, rock solid, and his grip on me tightened as he tried to control the shaking of his hands through shallow breaths. I felt the burn of tears as I sat there, completely powerless to stop whatever was going through his mind. He could be remembering anything, any horror, and there was no way I could stop it. I had been there so many times already and it had ripped my heart apart each and every time. But I wouldn’t leave. Love was stronger than hate. Whatever hate was locked inside his body and whatever hate was burned into his mind, I knew our love could push it out. I believed in the power it gave us.

The pain in my heart grows and grows until it’s finally replaced with bitterness and hatred. A burning hatred for Mason Lachlan.

Chapter 53: Bitter Entanglement Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A rolling storm had been of no consequence to the two young lovers coupled inside the room at The Salt Mill Tavern, on Fifth and Main. The noises within had been thankfully drowned out by the crackle of thunder and the flashes of lightning had been of no issue to two people who needed only their bodies enmeshed to adhere to their most basic of carnal needs. The frequent moans that escaped the pinked lips of the young redhead peasant filled the room as the occasional grunts and groaning from the handsome young noble lad hard at work drilling his impressive appendage inside the t

Evey. I curled the corner of my lips slightly. "I've told you many times that my father wasn't that kind of person. "If you had believed me from the beginning, we wouldn't have ended up like this. "But you never did, didn't you? Anyone could easily manipulate you to hurt me..." I paused and asked Chase, "Do you love me?" Chase's Adam's apple bobbed, and tears were welling up in his eyes. "Yes. I love..." 'How disgusting.'

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

I smacked my lips and said, "Miss Sabrina is so pitiful. She can get your love but can't get your status. How dare you say that you love her? Sure enough, men's love is the shallowest!" Slap! I was slapped hard across the face! Finnley froze. He didn't expect that he would make such a move.

And the spirit woke the boy up, the spirit told him that his friends betrayed him and because of the sword that was used on him his descendants won't be able to cross to the other worlds and also from today on his body has become spirit, if any of his descendants try to visit the other world. Its skin would peel to death and friends' love will spread both old and new world. The spirit died and his body vanished away. The boy gets up angrily and vows to destroy their love, he succeeds because the lady gets married to someone else after a huge bribe was given to her father not to let her daughter get married to the guy. Anytime the descendants of those two lovers try to fall in love with each

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.

But they didn’t give up. She picked up the book she had left on the desk. It was the biography of Saint Rita of Cascia. She had started reading it a few days ago. As she immersed herself in the story of that woman marked by a difficult marriage, by humiliations, abandonment, and cruelty, she felt that every word was directed at her. Saint Rita loved her husband deeply, even when he despised her, even when his actions were harsh and cruel. She endured it out of love, out of faith. And in the end, she saw the impossible happen.

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.