Bitter Love Novels & Stories

Cause if he was, was he saying that her love was sweet at first but too bitter in the end? Well, she couldn’t deny it. After all, he was right. Looking back on how they first met, it was indeed sweet. However, in just a day more, it would turn to bitter. “Still, I’m glad you like it,” she replied at him, smiling too. Lucas leaned his head on her chest, listening to the melody of her heartbeat. Her heart that only races for him. “No. I don’t only like it. I love it. and I crave for it every minute.”

Hold on to me," he whispered in panic. My vision blurred, and I let the abundant tears fall. I don't even understand Alice talking on the side. My heart and mind were focused on the pain, as if I had been betrayed. By the way, it is treason that my own blood wants me to disappear from the world. "Am I a bad person?" I asked regretfully. I felt Aldo's soft kiss on my temple, and then he pulled me up. "No, you are not. I am more than a beast compared to anyone else. You don't deserve this pain, Sweetie," he answered sincerely as we went up the stairs. I didn't think about Alice anymore because of the pain I was feeling. Why does the world seem unfair to me? Don't they really love me at least a

"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..

she recounted. "Are you suggesting you were set up? And by whom?" "Love set me up. I was betrayed by love itself, and no one else," she answered. "I’m not here to point fingers, so don’t expect me to name names after all, the real fool in this tale is me. The reason I put my signature to a document I hadn’t even glanced at was love, not greed or money, but love," she said with a faint smile. I shot a glare, my focus shifting to Daniel, who sat as still as a statue.

His taste—smoke, bitterness, male heat—filled me. I pushed against his chest with all the strength I had. He didn’t move an inch. The chains rattled above me, useless. And worse—my body betrayed me. My knees weakened. Heat stirred low in my belly. Fury and shame burned hot in my chest. He pulled back just enough to speak against my lips. “Fight me all you want. It only makes you sweeter.” “I hate you,” I hissed. His smile was dark, wolfish. “Hate tastes a lot like desire, Bambi.”

“Let go.” I don’t. “Say it. Tell me you don’t feel this too.” She swallows, whispering, “I hate you.” I lean in, close enough to feel her breath. “Liar.”

After more than ten years of loving this man, I sought confirmation of what kind of person he truly was. "A burial site?" I whispered, my voice sharp and cold. "Xavier, her ashes are gone. What exactly are you planning to bury? Save your apologies. We don't need it." Xavier froze, caught off guard by the unfamiliar coldness in my voice. Maybe he finally realized something had changed—I had changed, and I did not love him anymore. He replied, "Eloise, what's done is done. The baby is gone, and nothing will bring her back. Don't torture yourself over this. I'll make it up to you. If you still want to get married, I'll give you the wedding you've always wanted."

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.

Eleanor I don’t think there’s a word strong enough to describe the taste of betrayal. Bitter doesn’t cover it. Acidic comes close, but even that feels too delicate, too poetic, for what it does to your heart when it detonates in your chest. It started with the scent.

Sometimes we love the ones that don't deserve our love at all. The Nepharious Gangster's Lethal Love - the painful saga of love and hurt.