Tragedy Novels & Stories

As right now I felt hopeless, growing more and more distressed when their eyes began searching for our presences below. I glanced hastily at the surroundings, regarding the swamp field all round while searching with forced breaths for some kind of miracle or a place to run and hide from the clouds of imminent destruction. In a flash I caught sight of it but instead of what I seeked, I found something much worse, something that had my heart plummeting at the sight of the newly discovered tragedy.

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

Welsh then took Jeremy to his house, then she took Ethan home. Mr.Welsh and jonz, went to the house address they both saw on the ID CARD and the police database. Mr Ralph and Jonz at Hazel's house, knocked on the door. "Are u Hazel's wife" Jonz asked Hazel's wife Still mourning the death of her husband, "Yes" Hazel's wife replied while crying. "I know now is not a good time but can we ask u a couple big questions" Jonz asked, "Yes sure, why not" Hazel's wife replied". Then both men entered Hazel's house, "Do you know anybody that would harm ur husband?" Mr.Welsh asked, "No, My husband was a good man" Hazel's wife replied with tears on her face. Mr.Welsh feeling sad for the poor woman asked

Over the next few days, I kept seeing news about his company on my phone. At first, people only discussed how strange it was to hold a funeral at the office. Then, information leaked about the company's poor-quality products and major defects. Some people even spread rumors just for clicks. Like waves building up higher and higher, Daniel's business collapsed within a few weeks, and he was left bankrupt. He also became a recognizable figure everywhere he went. Cameras practically followed him, so he had to wear a mask, though people still recognized him. The once high-and-mighty boss had become a rat in the gutter.

Thanks to her, I was dragged along to witness this bloody scene. My mother was grinning with joy. However, tears began to stream down her face as she laughed. "Vanessa, my precious baby, I wronged you! It's all my fault!" As she cried, she laughed again. "Are you seeing this, Vanessa? I have avenged you! She is going to die!" Meanwhile, I felt a chilling emptiness in my soul. The moment Alice died, her spirit floated away from her body. When she noticed me, she fell silent for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry for all those years."

The air seemed heavy with grief, the silence punctuated only by the stifled sobs and the echoes of the emotional storm that raged within. The profound loss, encapsulated in the demise of Sebastian's father, permeated the atmosphere. Each beat of sorrow, reflected in the tears that fell unabated, became a poignant reminder of the fragility of life. In this poignant moment, grief became a shared language that transcended the boundaries of the physical realm, weaving through the threads of connection and shared sorrow.

"The 'Writer'... is he still watching?" "Let him watch," I said, walking over to him. "He's just the 'Reader' now. We’re the ones with the pen." But as I hugged him, I felt a sharp, cold prick in my neck. I pulled away, gasping. Aris was standing behind me, a small, silver needle in his hand. He wasn't crying anymore. His face was a mask of cold, scientific fanaticism. "You're right, Elara," Aris whispered. "The 'Writer' is just a reader. But every story needs a **Tragedy** to be remembered."

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

My voice was steady despite the fury pounding through my veins. "I don't think I will. This car is the only barrier between us, and I'm rather attached to staying alive." He studied me through the window. "You're exactly as predicted. Consumed by rage, unable to let go of the need for revenge. The perfect demonstration of my thesis about human psychology." "Stop talking like this is a theory. You destroyed lives. People are dead because of your manipulations." "One person is dead. Juliana Capulet chose to sacrifice herself for a boy she barely knew. That's tragedy, not murder."

My knees hit the cold ground, and a wail tore from my throat, raw and unstoppable. It was all my fault that he had left the world with regrets. Drained and hollow, I sent Blake a text. [It's over. My dad is gone.] There was no reply. I presumed he was toasting champagne as the world's happiest groom or tangled up in Megan's arms. I bet he wouldn't care even if he saw my message. I just had never mattered to him. But it didn't matter anymore. From now on, I creased caring about him. He was just another stranger to me.