Bitter Love Novels & Stories

She completely ignored the scream of the girls in the background as bitterness welled up in her mind. Bitterness because she knew that those dastardly girls were basically in heat and were waiting to help Sol bath — meaning they were just eager to spread their legs shamelessly for him to pound, gracing them with the sweet taste of heaven and beyond. It was so very frustrating for her to not be able to cross the final line with him, teetering around its edges was the only way left for her. Each and every single time, she had to remind herself that soon she would be able to forget all restraint and truly be one with the one she loved.

Akriti said feeling excited about her wedding. A strange bitterness occurred in Adrita's heart hearing the word 'Love'. Bitter questions appeared in her mind. Why isn't she able to fall in love? Is it hard to fall in love? Will she ever feel love towards someone? I will die single, she mentally cried in her mind. "And also virgin!" Her heart snickered! "Why are you suddenly making a sad face?" Akriti asked, looking at her. "Nothing." "Let me go and check up on Kabir to give him some warm hospitality!" Adrita smirked wondering what he must be doing in Ghostland!

This was her becoming the version of herself I never wanted to see again. The one that had learned a long time ago not to trust anyone. Not to believe in anything good. Not to let people in. And fuck— I was the one who had put her back there. "You were a bet once," I said, voice hoarse, desperate, knowing there was nothing I could say to fix this but still needing to fucking try. "You were never a bet to me." She laughed. Soft. Bitter. Deadly. "Do you even hear yourself, Travis?"

I muttered. He didn’t look convinced. “Do you still love him that much?” he asked, and there was something in his tone that made me look at him properly. Bitter. That’s the word. There was bitterness there. And something else… Something I don’t want to name. I exhaled slowly, turning my gaze away from him and back to the window. “Love? Luca,” I said, my voice softer now but steady. “This pack took a lot from me, and it was a place I once called home.”

Wayne, though confused, still knelt. Then, without warning, Lisa grabbed the cup beside her and threw it at Wayne's head. He did not dodge. Blood flowed down his forehead. He sat there, shocked and speechless. "Mom… I know you're upset I married such a cruel woman."

“Xavier, are you hearing yourself? You’ve never lost it ever since then, yet for some reason now all it took was a measly human?” Bianca’s words were like an ax to Alex’s heart, his imaginary hands balling. “I don’t know,” Xavier finally answered, those words hurting Alex more than it should have. He of course expected this wholly, continuously telling himself that this little crush would get nowhere. If he didn’t expect anything then he couldn’t be hurt. Xavier was a vampire, barely ever talked, and never emoted, he knew trying to capture someone like him would end in pointless expenditures. He didn’t even know if Xavier liked guys, maybe Vampires were homophobic or something?

CHAPTER 9: LIFE CONTINUES Sometimes life has a way of making us swallow our words. ©Humeyra WRITERS P.O.V Hamdan spent a lot of money looking for Humeyra but he never found her. Occasionally, he would see her mirage like the broken glass in the sun but nothing more. Some would say that love is bitter others would deem it sweet. I call it bitter-sweet for without the pain there would be no gain. But all Hamdan and Humeyra felt currently was the pain.

I insert a joke to lighten the situation since I did just reject his proposal. "I love you, Eve." "No you don't. That's just lust." I kneel in front of him when he refuses to stand, so we can talk face to face. "Look," I touch his right arm softly, where the tattoo used to be, "You don't have my name anymore. Because you hate me. What we have right now is just lust. You lust me, Augustine. You don't love me. This is the after-effect of sex." "So it's a no?"

Fia held her cup of coffee and blew on it before taking a sip. She smiled at Barbara, who was surprised. “To me, drinking coffee is drinking coffee, not sugar and milk.” “It’s too bitter!” Thinking about the taste was enough to make Barbara frown. “Life is already bitter enough. Why not give yourself a little sweetness?” “I like bitter gourd,” Fia mindlessly replied. “However, it is because bitter gourd is in essence bitter, it is not that I am finding bitterness for myself.”

"I'm Mariana and I don't really know why I'm here. With the number of times I've been cheated on, I don't see how it's possible to ever trust him again." I knew it sounded bitter and like I didn't even plan on trying this weekend, but honestly, right now I do feel bitter. Maybe it's just a defense mechanism so I don't feel any more hurt. I just can't take any more hurt. So yes, I'm bitter. Darryl shocked the hell out of me when he responded to my brutal honestly.