Bitter Love Novels & Stories

how I will handle Valentina again? VALENTINA ( POV ) Feeling bitter is a failure to love yourself, to see my own emotions with true clarity. For when I do, though I have been hurt so very much, there is the serenity that makes moving onwards possible, that opens new doors to new loves and new chances for myself growth. My battle is always with myself, to become my better self. So, love myself, become sweeter and I will be okay.

The place is loud, with a mix of loud buzz and the noise of people drinking their joy out. Happy souls full of life having the hang of the night. While I am drinking my heartaches away. I wished every sip that I took since I got here would take a piece of my broken heart back. Or at least ease this unbearable pain in my heart. But hours later, since I started drinking this bitter shit, the pain is still there. Love is a bitch! Love is a scam! I hate love. I curse love! Love does exist.

You don’t become this bitter unless you truly were in love once and were destroyed by it. Love is truly a powerful thing. His analogy kind of works. People are more likely to be hurt or killed by someone they loved or claimed to love than by someone they hated. People will always say ‘I’d never hurt them, I love them’, but love has been a powerful motivator for crimes throughout history. Just look at me. Jartre and I both hurt Yildiz, but it was me, the one who loves her who hurt her the most. So it’s true, love can either save you or it can kill you. Jartre loved Apaki, and it destroyed him. The fun, adventurous – though egotistical – God that he once was is now just a sad, angry, bitter pe

Miranda said. "Mmh, I understand that they might just be rumors, but given the condition that you were once in a competition with Mrs Crystal fighting over Mr Brooklyn , could this be considered as an incident or you have not yet given up on Mervin Mervin" Loveth said. With that question, Miranda felt as if her heart were exploding. She removed her leg on top of the other and sat up straight glaring at Loveth as if she were some piece of garbage. How dare she?

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.

I remained in my spot like a broken doll as ugly sobs broke once again. "I hate you! You know I will never love you!" My fist weakly hit against his sweaty shoulders. "I despise you, Lucian! Why are you so cruel?! " I sobbed brokenly. "I don't care about your hate, Brie. You will never love anyone else, and you'll always belong to me!" His cruel words followed me as I slowly faded away into the welcoming darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

she sniffled and nodded "yeah she's really cool" "well I gotta go, aye whats your name I don't want to get you confused with the other one" "I'm Tamara" she lefted her wrist and showed my a tiny tattoo of a semicolon "for Lisa, no one even knows I have it; but its one thing me and my sister don't have in common. A way to tell us apart" I nodded my head and got into my car "thanks for telling me and sorry for your loss" "thank you and thanks for listening"

I gloss over the details of our conversation at breakfast though. “I dunno, he’s just so confusing. It’s like, one minute, he hates me and the next minute he- he-” “Can’t keep his hands off of you?” She supplies. “Kind of, yeah,” I reply, blushing. “Well, Vi, you know what they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate.” I let out a chuckle and say, “That’s taking it a little far.” “Sure, whatever you say. So what are you going to do about it?”

Bella murmured "Welcome" Jesse winks "Your room looks nice and cool" She added going around her room "I just love that color" Bella smiles flipping through the pages of the novel As if something caught her attention, she paused at the page "What's that?" Jesse asked sitting beside her "A hunter and a vampire fell in love with each other, so funny" Jesse laughed before standing up "But why is it funny?" She frowned "Because it can never happen, have you ever seen enemies falling in love with each other and it yields something good without a sacrifice" Jesse said