Bitter Love Novels & Stories

There is no way I can make our love sweet and honey again, but at least I can still enjoy bitter love. Whatever the flavor, love is still love. He can physically hurt me because I won't die, even if he stabs me in the heart. He can abuse me because I let him do it. He can treat me badly because I deserve it. I can tell you more about that later, when my love visits me again. But now my ultimate problem is boredom. All I can do is sit and stand in one place while staring at the metal door or thinking of my love, Winston Luca.

“Plus, my love is like my father’s. We only know how to suffocate people until their lives are sucked out of them. That’s how we know how to love.” “Hey! That’s not–” “You’re a reporter, Eva. But you’ve done so many things you can’t take back because you love me.” “Carson–” I cut her off again. “Then there’s what we’re doing tomorrow. That, is something we can’t take back, Eva. That is what it means to be affiliated to a Bitters.”

“You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself to get attention from the other party.” “So sweetheart. Pursue your dreams and wait for the right one to come. But if it don’t eventually come. Then know it wasn’t meant to be. I only hope you don’t end up bitter like me.” At the word ‘bitter’, she released her from the hug and spoke into her eyes. “I know you’ll find your better half soon. I’m sure you would.” “Thanks mum.” They hugged once more briefly and afterwards washed the dishes before departing to their

Nica shouted at her. Janice suppressed her sobs in her hiding place. Nica was right, her mother just loved her because she was useful to her whenever she follows what she wants. She no longer has a face to show to Chris and what he could only see now are her and her mother's badness. Even Janice could not accept her mother's betrayal toward their father. She only has bitter feelings for her and she wants to wish that she was not her mother. "You bitch, I'll demand you for insulting and hurting me!" the veins in Margaret's neck almost came out. She did not like how the people who are watching them, look at her. The sympathy was in their eyes and they obviously did not like what they heard abo

“And because there is death. One day humans must be ready to face death, separated from each other.” Those words stunned Diana and froze, silence. Adrian frowned. “What is it, Diana?' Those words, almost exactly Brandon's, Diana thought, then shook her head and smiled. “No, nothing.” Diana smiled sadly. “It's just that I've heard exact words like that before.” Adrian smiled bitterly. “Brandon?” Diana nodded her head. Adrian immediately averted his gaze, keeping the bitterness in his eyes from being read by Diana. His feeling is raging. If one day Diana loves him, will she love him completely, or will she love the heart that is currently beating in his chest cavity?

I wondered just how powerful he was that my magic couldn't penetrate him. “You made her kill her lover's son.” I said through gritted teeth. “And that is very mean. How could you do that to her, you know how much she loved Arthur.” “It doesn't matter now this time.” He said and flipped back his hair. I slid out the nylon bag containing the poison that was found in Zaria North's stomach and tossed it towards him. He caught it in his right hand and looked at it. With a sniff, his eyes widened. “What is this? I smell blood.” He said.

Hope Life is bitter sweet it has a way of breaking you and blessing you at the same time. My life was my blessing i guess i should be thankful but the rage sitting in the pit of my stomach makes it hard to be greatful for anything even getting to live. After being waved off by her highness regina, maria hurried us along to the servants quarters. Turning down several lavash hallways we reach a worn brown wooden door that leads down a dingy set of stairs to our new living quarters. As we decend the stairs she starts rambaling on about what is expected of us. " Do not speak unless spoken to" always be properly dressed" when adressed eyes to the floor" "scrub the floors, polish the silver, serve

"Not unless you kiss me." My eyes widened in disbelief. "What did you say?" He leaned closer. "Kiss me like before. Then, I'll put the bottle down." The strong smell of alcohol hit me, and I almost gagged. "Caleb, you're drunk." "I'm not," he said, yet his eyes were unfocused. "Sabrina, do you really hate me that much? You won't even kiss me?"

"We have to go up. But if that lift is corrupted… it's a trap." He took another sip of the detox, its bitter truth a burning path in his throat. This wasn't just a climb anymore. It was a plunge into the unknown, a desperate gamble against a foe that twisted not just flavors, but perception, and now, even machinery itself. The ascent of bitter truth was far from over, and the serpent's sweetness had found a new, insidious way to ensnare them.

That pathetic illusion—the one where she could trick herself into feeling loved just by standing next to him—had long been entirely shattered by the countless times she was ignored, abandoned, and placed second. It turned out that when a one-sided, desperate love finally reaches its end, even the lingering scent it leaves behind is deeply bitter. She couldn't even remember how she had managed to survive the agonizing heartbreak of those early days. She didn't notice that on the other side of the mirrored doors, Mortimer's gaze was silently locked onto her face. With his heightened Alpha senses, he easily caught the microscopic, suffocating shift in her emotions. It felt like watching a pool