Bitter Truths Novels & Stories

Broken. Some truths are better left hidden. Some truths destroy you the moment they surface. And this truth? I didn’t think I would ever recover.

Just the truth, ugly and sharp as broken glass. Betrayal.

Hailee pouted sarcastically, “You two can finally be together now. . . how disgusting,” “You know what Hailee, I’ve had enough with your bullshit. You think you’re this perfect girl, but in reality. . . you’re a sad case. I mean come on, you’re so desperate for some affection you had to get from a fifteen-year-old. You’re a slut who doesn’t think about anyone but herself. You’ve treated me like shit my whole life, but I brushed it off because I thought you were my “friend”, but no. You’re a loser, and you deserve to drop fucking dead,” I glared at her and she looked at me furiously.

I want to share its meaning with you. The video was on " How your sentence/story should be like?" Answer- it has truth, sweetness and selflessness. You all are laughing on this. Even, I was also. But think about how it's so logical and thoughtful. We always say ' Truth has bitter taste.' How it can be sweet. We all lie a lot for our own benefits and here, suddenly we have to accept the truth for someone else's benefit means we are directly giving up on our self sake. FUNNY!!😅😅

Giselle's POV : I put an annoyed expression and continued my conversation with Travis. "Nothing much." He replied "It's unusual for you to call me. I'm always the one who calls." "What are you implying?" "Nothing, I'm just stating facts Travis. I guess the truths are always bitter." "Oh yeah? My truths are bitter huh? Like you don't have bitter truths." "What bitter truths do I have? I told you everything honestly. Why are we even arguing over the phone?"

“Then… how can I know what’s real? How do I know you’re telling me the truth now?” Her hands trembled—not with weakness, but with controlled fury. “Because sometimes the truth isn’t clean. Sometimes it’s ugly, and it hurts, and it makes people doubt the ones they love the most. Maybe… maybe you’re ready for the ugly truth, maybe you’re not. But stop pretending everything is black and white!”

I can’t. The truth cuts as sharply as the betrayal, as sharply as the knowledge of the betrayal, as sharply as the betrayal of my knowledge. It is overwhelming and real, more real than I expect, more real than I can handle, more real than the reality I cannot face, than the reality I refuse to face.

68 "If truths were as sweet as lies, humans will always tell it but lies are satisfiable to those who tell it. Lies are one sided. Truths are beneficiary to both sides yet they are painful." Helen said. "Is there a truth we don't know?" Delanie asked Helen. "There has always been a hidden truth between you, your sister, Denver, and Kyle. A truth that will shatter you all completely." Helen answered. "A truth we don't need to hear." Denver stated.

I was the direct opposite in crucial ways. I was stuck with Hemophilia, Heterochromia. My left eye had a slight discolouration— it was a lighter shade, nearly green. I had some psychological issues going on with me. More like my demons are rearing out. I couldn't bag the best honors like my brother, I couldn't get into college. I was reeking of failure. Besides, I'd never be able to introduce her to my family as a friend or bring her to my home properly. My parents would never hear of it. So it was for the best. We could never be friends.

She thoughts she has won because she shouted at him and filled his ears with rumours from jobless people who made gossiping their daily routine as if they will get millions of money or awards for each rumour they made. Rumours are true, people will not see a fire without smoke, they will never say what they didn't see or happened, the problem is they will add a huge portion of lies to it; five per cent of truths they saw or happened and ninety-five per cent of lies, big lies. And the strangest and funniest thing about rumours is that people tend to add their own exaggeration; lies as they gossipped or passed to another person, that person will add his/her own exaggeration; lies and passed to