Novel & Cerita Bitter Truths

His mother’s own hostility toward those who had wronged her pouring out in his words. “You reap what you sow, also. I’ve seen a lot of things. Times have been lean and they’ve been plentiful, it always comes back around like the seasons. Bitterness and revenge beget a harvest that you might not expect and always hurts someone who doesn’t deserve it. Are you prepared for Tiana to reap what you sow?” Elizabeth tapped her cane. “Ahhh, here comes my little tornado.”

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all

Bastien's POV(Special Chapter) The world is made of pain and the taste of my own blood. It’s a simple truth, carved into me over weeks in the dark. But the pain isn’t the worst part. The worst part is the knowing. The awful, gut-churning clarity that hits you when the lies are stripped away, and all you’re left with is the rotting truth.

“Stop!” Beatrice screams, snapping a bit into the insanity that is shaking her void. Creaking a crack to the blood moon, killing the crows one by one after its howl of pain and deception. Burning the dark forest and slowly, while turning the already decaying corpse like smell worst than anyone could ever imagine it could be. “No matter how you deny everything. The truth will always come to you like a howling crow in the middle of the night and as painful as a devil skinning you alive.”

“You do not understand what it costs to stand beside me.” “Then tell me,” she says, fierce now. “Show me. Stop pretending I can’t handle the truth.” The truth. The truth is blood and ruin. The truth is the nights I spent clawing my way out of the gutter, the bodies I stepped over, the empire I built from ashes and screams. The truth is men like Vincent who will never stop until they taste my blood or hers. “You want the truth?” I say coldly. “The truth is that everyone I touch ends up broken. You think you can survive me, but you cannot. No one does.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The first thing was the flavor, which was the most complex thing he had ever tasted, not in the sense of sophistication but in the sense of honesty, the specific complexity of something that was not trying to be anything other than what it was. Sweet where recognition was sweet, bitter where truth was bitter, and underneath both of those something that had no flavor category, something that was the specific taste of knowledge that had been waiting to be received. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He swallowed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The world changed.

"Stop acting weak now, Claire. How can you be so vicious? It's Henry's birthday today and yet you told everyone he's a b*stard!" Linda held the resentful Henry in her arms, tears streaming down her face. "Mrs. Rivers, I don't mind if you dislike me, but you don't have children. Henry is still the Rivers family's only heir. He's just a child. Do you know how much gossip hurts him?" I looked at her coldly. "I only stated the facts. Isn't Henry a b*stard child? He's an illegitimate child with an unknown father!" Jonathan suddenly slapped me. The force was so great that my lip split. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth.

I’m willing to bet a majority of the horses here were dumped off because their previous owners weren’t prepared to take on that responsibility in some way or another. “Ready to get out of here for a bit?” Dr. Brenden asks, taking his hat off and running his hand through his hair. He’s older and can come off a bit gruff. I don’t think his “hard truth” speech at the Horse Fair went over well with everyone in the audience, but I know where he’s coming from. You can only take so much before you become bitter.

Does he want the truth because truth is right, or because Julian makes the lie unbearable? Adrian says, “I hurt Celeste.” “Yes.” “I have to fix that too.” “You have to be honest with her. You do not get to decide she is protected because she is uninformed.” Adrian nods, though the shame of it burns. Julian studies him for a moment. “And you need to stop speaking as if all of this is happening to you.” Adrian’s jaw tightens. Julian notices, and for the first time, anger warms his voice fully. “There. That face. That is the one you make when truth feels unfair because it does not admire your suffering.”

Zaykee acted as if this is the first time he heard of it. She looked back at him and answered, "Some say it has all the truths you wanna know, however, the old people passed this generation by generation, yet, no one has the nerve to read it since an anonymous person warned our ancestors that once you read it, you'll die after knowing the truth," She traveled her eyes to the surroundings. "Ohh," Zaykee spoke. "I also heard about the four marks--" "--Ohh, those people..." "Why? What's wrong with them?" He asked tilting his head to the right.