Novel & Cerita Fiction Tragedy Books

Her eyes narrowing suspiciously, she picked up the book again and looked at the blurb once more. "The story of a half-blood dragon who lived unloved, unwanted and destined to fall under the weight of her own power." Fru almost laughed. Why does this sound like her series of applications to different guilds. Tragedies were not her taste because she had seen enough of it in her life. "Give me a heroine who marches through worlds and conquer hehehe" Fru smirked at her own imagination. "It looks interesting though, what's one more tragedy to the list" she said that but she didn't want to admit her inability to resist reading the book.

A book fell from a bookshelf before the shelves’ bottom support succumbed and books cascaded down into a pile. In the living room, another narrow crack snaked across the ceiling. The ceiling creaked, its cracks spreading, until it came apart. Several cardboard boxes from the attic crashed down into the living room floor. The boxes split apart and photographs poured across the carpet. V One minute, Jake Grant drove over the River Bridge. The next, water submerged everything and his car became a water-filled steel prison. He sucked in his next breath almost without thinking. The heavy dose of oxygen sustained him as he instinctively fought his way out. He pushed and kicked against the force th

I will always love you x Devyn frowns at her mother’s last words. Children? She pages through the diary and spots one last entry in the back. 1993 David is not who he claimed to be. I fear that trading my previous life for this one was the wrong thing to do. David hits me and I am at a loss of what to do. I cannot go back to Luca and my life because after he took Edyn, he vowed to never return. He took my boy and left me for dead, it was an arrangement after finding out I was pregnant with twins that he would take the boy and I would keep the girl. I cannot fault him. David blames me for the ‘death’ of his only son and continues to repeat it when he beats me. I suppose this is all my fault,

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.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

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...

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.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

That she took the baby and she ran and she did not look back. I read the story if many Elenora woman after that. Each one a life of tragedy. Each one a pattern so similar it scares me. They all ended the same way. I read for a long time. Long enough for the room to turn grey from the early morning light coming through the curtains. Long enough for my legs to go numb from sitting still. I closed the heavy book with a sign, pressing both hands over my face. I was bound for death, and the child i was carrying, was fate after all.

I would act like it had never happened. Pulling the iced coffee towards me, I stared into it. seeing nothing and feeling even less. Is this what it is like to be dead? this absolute lack of any kind of emotion. I didn't like it but I couldn't shake it either. I was existing instead of living. Was the Judge? Was he out there somewhere, wishing things were different or did he think he'd had a lucky escape. There was so much I wanted to ask him. and why was the most important question i could think of. Why had he singled me out, plucked me from my comfortable little life and thrust head first into his? Only to drop me again a few days later and expect me to be able to go on lie nothing had ever