Best Tragedy Books Novels & Stories

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."

" Alice seemed to have lost her mind. Right now, it seemed that she wanted to take everyone down with her. "With a cold-hearted mother, a useless father, and a disgusting lover… Honestly, isn't Vanessa better off dead?"

What happened to "not taking things too far" when Martin decided to suspend me, not even giving me a cardboard box to pack my things? "Martin," I said finally, "some things, once burned, are gone for good—literally and figuratively." I shook his hand off and walked off without looking back. Behind me, he let out a desperate wail. Only I knew that the real show was still ahead. The investors who had been tricked out of their money were probably already on their way.

Another pause. “At first everybody understood.” The sadness in her voice deepened. “Then it slowly became unhealthy.” Ava felt her chest tighten. Because that made sense. Far too much sense. People often imagined tragedy arriving like a storm. Sudden. Violent. Obvious. Reality was usually different. Most tragedies developed slowly. Quietly. One decision at a time. One fear at a time. Until nobody noticed how far things had gone. Margaret folded her hands. Then looked directly at Adrian.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

The engine hummed to life, and the Maybach pulled away from the rain-swept harbor overlook, gliding smoothly onto the freshly cleared highway. Neither of us spoke a word for the rest of the drive. The weight of his confession hung heavily in the air, thick and suffocating. My head was spinning. Five years of bitterness, grief, and self-doubt had built a solid wall around my heart, and Caleb had just completely dismantled it with a single truth. I leaned back against the leather headrest, staring out at the blurred streetlights. Every instinct I had urged me to protect myself, to keep that wall up at all costs. But how could I treat him like a villain when he had sacrificed his own happiness

Astra's pov The war felt like it had been going on forever. The sight of all those corpses, all the blood, and the number of injured wolves losing blood so rapidly, being rushed to get treated, some still lying around, not being able to walk on their own, not having anyone to assist them made my head spin a little. Although I took the antidote, I felt like the poison was still gnawing at the insides of my body. Also what I had discovered about Jay...

“I’m terribly sorry, Michail. I hope one day you understand that we work with what we are dealt with, not what we wish to work with.” Her words cut through me like a blade. She didn’t look at me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All

As I lay on the genuine leather sofa with a glass of 1982 Lafite in hand, I finally felt like the hero of a power-fantasy novel I was meant to be. Suddenly, a highlighted post popped up on my phone screen. It was from the campus forum. "Why Did Jacob the Fool Suddenly Lose His Mind?" I raised a brow and tapped into the thread with interest. There, students were enthusiastically discussing my "heroic act" of feeding the sandwich to a stray dog yesterday. Someone had even started a betting pool. "I'll bet a dollar that Jacob takes Carol to a fine dining restaurant and begs for her forgiveness." "I'll put ten dollars on tomorrow. Jacob will be crawling back with tears in his eyes, apologizing t