Bitter Love Novels & Stories

She kissed the sore on my back and it stung as she bit into my skin. “Love bite.” She whispered. “Fuck off.” “Oh I won’t. I bet your brother would love to see you alive.” “Don’t you dare!”

I confess truthfully and watch Ava nodding in agreement. “Good, do that. In fact, I think you could really use some space too…Just…Don’t give up so soon…” She sighs and suddenly a very weird expression shadows her face. It’s like something in between melancholic and bitter. “Love is a lot of things. Sometimes it feels good, sometimes it doesn’t. But it’s definitely supposed to feel good because it shouldn’t be painful unless you envision it to be. It feels good to know that someone has your back in this whole big fucked up world…” Her voice trails off as if she’s visiting some dark chapter of her life and I watch her attentively as her lips thin with her eyes misting.

"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

I breathed, lacing my fingers into the mop of dark curls that sat on his head. "I've always been a bitter person but when you are around my bitter resolve never seems to last very long," he began, "I don't know why I became so bitter. Maybe it was because I was abandoned at the age of two to grow up with no parents and with no love. Maybe it was because I had been dumped in foster home after foster home from the age of two. Maybe it was because I had to witness so much that it turned me into someone so cold-hearted who pushed everyone away."

My breathing was so heavy now as tears flowed freely down my eyes, I expected him to be shocked by my confession, instead, he gave nothing away, so I continued. “I'm a bitter person, my mind is so full of revenge and fear, I am not pretty, I am just so full of havoc! Why are you still saying you're in love with me, I mean I've hated you, planned to kill you, deceived you and lied to your face countless times! Why can't you just admit that you hate me, and you don't love me anymore, just reject me Dane, I promise I would learn to live with it because I'd be glad that you eventually left a problematic person like myself! What have I ever done right in my entire life that would make you love me

The bitter taste of his father's betrayal lingered in his mouth, staining his perception of love and leaving him adrift in a sea of disillusionment. A single tear escaped Tiger's eye, tracing a solitary path down his cheek. He wiped it away with a mix of frustration and resignation, vowing to shield his own heart from the pain he had witnessed. Yet, deep down, a part of him longed for something more, for a love that defied the limitations of his experiences.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat nearly choking me. “I—” My voice cracked, and I hated it. I hated how weak I sounded. “I love him.” It came out more like a whisper, fragile and scared. There was a pause. A heartbeat. Then that same cold voice, sharper this time: “That’s irrelevant. You knew what this was. You’ve had enough fun. Now it ends.” I could feel the sting in his words. Like venom. Why was this man always on my neck? Was it a crime to go to college? To fall in love and be played by his so-called son Kenneth? To exist in a world where I had to work twice as hard for half the respect?

"You're already disabled. Without your grandfather's support, you're just a piece of trash! Do you really think Cassandra would still want someone like you?" After the call ended, Hades laughed bitterly, his voice trembling. "Cassandra, I'm disabled now. If I become penniless someday… would you still love me?" I smiled softly, meeting his eyes. "Hades, I just don't love you anymore. Your financial status has nothing to do with it. There's no going back for us. You should leave." After a long while, he finally said, "You're right. The Cassandra who used to love me was pure and kind. I was a fool to think she'd love me forever."

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. END