Bitter Truths Novels & Stories

The bіlе is bitter оn mу tоnguе аnd I mаnаgе to swallow іt back dоwn without vоmіtіng all оvеr Jаѕоn’ѕ lар. Thе betrayal is physical, gut-wrenching. Thіѕ isn’t mу hеаrt breaking; іt’ѕ the іnѕіdеѕ of mу gut burnіng аnd clenching in раіn. I саn’t look аgаіn. I don’t wаnt tо ѕее thе lies play out іn front оf mе. I also саn’t hеlр myself.

Unflinching. “For too long, lies have festered beneath this company’s surface. I’ve made mistakes –some I can’t take back. But I won’t watch my family or my employees become casualties of another’s vengeance. We have nothing left to hide. And that means we have nothing left to fear”. Juliette joined him, her voice clear and unwavering. “The truth can be ugly. But hiding from it only makes it more powerful. We’re done hiding”. Headlines erupted.

"I like blue. I think you like blue too, don't you?" I had been trying to get to know more about him; this was a great time to know more about each other. And the only things I got him to confess about himself within the past half hour was that, a) he liked the color black. And blue, I think. b) he hated saying thank-yous to people who pissed him off. c) he had really bad anger issues. I think he mentioned killing a guy on spot when he hadn't stopped blabbering—which was probably a lie; he was just trying to get me to shut up.

She is just what he needed to be put into place. “Alright now that’s out of the way, who’s up for a game!” Alexei smirks deviously. “Yes! I’m in, what are we playing?” Jenna chimes, big smile on her face. “What about you princess? I know Anatoli is down.” Alexei smirks. Goddess this can never be good, but I feel like playing. Alexis’ wagging her tail, feeling a little mischievous herself. “I’m down, now spit it out. What do you wanna play?” “Truth or Date of course, if you don’t want to do or tell something you drink.” He chirps, looking very content with himself. Ximena laughs deviously and Tarja joins in. “Bring your worst sucker.” She says smugly.

He replied, "Hmm. I am listening. What's the matter?" Shivansh opened his mouth but no word came out. It's like he has lost his voice to say something. Actually, he wasn't getting enough courage to say the truth. " What happened, Shiv? You are looking disturbed," Satya asked noticing Shivansh's hesitation. Shivansh replied gulping down the lump which just formed inside his throat," I am going to tell you something. A big truth. Promise me that you will hear me out first." This time Satya became confused and asked seriously," What's the matter?"

“Cancer was the first honest thing. It didn't pretend to love me. It didn't ask me to smile. It just told the truth and took what it wanted.” My hands sweat and I wipe them on my dress and I keep moving. “When I say he married my womb, people think I'm bitter,” I read. “I am. Bitter is what you taste when you spit the poison out. Bitter is the aftertaste of survival. But inside that bitterness there's something else. There's the small girl who loved words and didn't know contracts, and the woman who learned to be soft with herself after the world was not. I'm writing for her. Not for him. Not for you. For the girl who thought bleeding meant she failed.”

"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.

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

Elena's laughter took on a mocking and condescending tone as she derived satisfaction from witnessing the pain evident in Tiffany's eyes. "You must now realize what it was like for me during all those years, being on the receiving end of your relentless bullying?" Elena asks, her voice seething with scorn. "Consider this moment a mere appetizer of the bitter medicine you dished out to me. What I stated may be painful, but it is undeniably the truth. They often say that the truth is akin to a bitter pill, and whether or not you find it palatable, Astrid's inevitable rise to the throne is an immutable reality. It's time you swallowed this harsh, unvarnished truth."

It is terrifying and magnificent and real. He cries out, a short, sharp sound, and then collapses forward into my arms. He’s sobbing, great, heaving shudders that wrack his whole body. But they’re not the tears of hurt anymore. They’re the tears of understanding. The Bitter Seed withers in the face of this truth. It cannot survive this heat.