Bitter Truths Novels & Stories

Sitting up, he saw the sun glittering on shards of glass littering the carpet; all that was left of a Parisian whiskey decanter his father had thrown at him last night after returning from the disastrous party. Sleepily running his hand through his hair, he encountered the bruise on his face. So, it had been more than a dream-- the whole debacle had been real. The whiskey had dimmed the memory into a fragmented nightmare that replayed itself over and over. Vince made his way to the washbasin to splash cool water on his face, hoping to clear his vision and head.

I might be naive but I was not an idiot. This was something I somehow found hard to believe. If Liam was a player he wasn't a saint either, I was weirdly sure about that but I didn't reply and just nodded. "We should get going. It's getting late," I muttered. "You haven't eaten," He remarked. "I am not hungry," I murmured. "Truth is like bitter medicine Sofia, and lies are like cupcakes. They look great, tastes great but overconsumption could be dangerous for health," "I don't know what I did to deserve that assessment," I said sweetly.

Alan listened, unable to stop tears from welling up in his eyes. He finally learned the truth. All along, he had misunderstood Summer. The Leilani he thought was innocent and naive was actually so promiscuous and vile in private. Yet he had been blind, hurting the Summer he loved most for the sake of such a despicable woman. He had broken her heart again and again. How desperate must Summer have been to leave without even saying goodbye? Alan closed the door expressionlessly, made a phone call, and turned to leave.

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

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

The piece we shaped from formless agony portrayed a pale face and straining veins at the crux of choosing bitter untruths for momentary relief, or shouldering short-term darkness to prevent prolonged community corrosion ahead. The lurid almost grotesque contortions depicted the cost of easy betrayal while divine wings hovered wispy, hinted grace awaiting resolute souls navigating conscience throughVenom’s grasping fog. However hideous the crucible now appeared, truth would liberate defeated dreams to soar ahead unfettered again I vowed wetly. Beauty walked often by harrowing roads but we might yet take blameless wings if cleaved resolutely to that righteousness reflecting beyond cheap distor

“I thought... Where’s the but?” “The but is that sometimes... sometimes you can lack a filter?” Liviana says, careful of her words as if not wanting to set off a bomb. “And that’s a bad thing?” Leona grows exasperated, not seeing their point as the surrounding four agree. “So, what? I’m honest! Since when does that make someone a bad person?!” “It doesn’t.” Violet assures. “It’s just that... at times.... you can be a little too honest.” “And it’s not a bad thing.” Liviana goes on, stepping in before Leona could start up again. “I’d like a truth teller, above a liar. Even if they can be a little blunt at some of the wrong times.”

I have written a speech, but you know I’m not really feeling it today, so I’m going to talk from the heart. “When we first started school at five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up.” I told them I wanted to be a princess, and I remember the boy next to me said he wanted to be a superhero. They asked us again when we started 6th grade what we wanted to be. I told them I wanted to be a ballerina, some kids said astronaut, Rockstar, and one said suffer. He’s doing great with that! “And yet again, they asked us what we wanted to be at the beginning of our senior year. I answered with I want to be a teacher, but what I really wanted to say is who the hell knows.” We will go throu

“Sarah, the only person I’ve ever loved is you. Please, just give me one more chance. “We’ve been together for seven years. Don’t you remember the night you told me meeting me was the best thing that ever happened to you? “You promised me you’d never leave as long as I didn’t give up on us.” His voice cracked as he spoke, his memories pulling him into a painful spiral. Charles let out a frustrated cry, closing his eyes in anguish. “Charles, do you even hear how pathetic you sound? When you were cozying up to someone else, did you ever think about the promises you made to me? “You cheated first. You broke us. So why should I stay? “It’s too late.”

Thankfully, Andre left you a pup and gave you hope to live on. "Jane, for the sake of your child, you need to pull yourself together." I stood there with misty eyes. Sweet memories of Andre and me remained vivid, yet there he was, telling me that he and I were forever separated. Betrayal had cruelly crushed the lovely memories we shared. I couldn't make any sense of this. Why did I end up being lied to after offering my unconditional trust and love? Was Andre still expecting me to bear his pup—the offspring of a man who wanted to be Callie's boyfriend?