First As Tragedy Then As Farce Novels & Stories

The universe had to be cackling somewhere. Taboo didn’t even begin to cover it, this was straight-up forbidden tragedy p**n. I’d be the mafia’s favorite dirty joke forever... the “pure” bride who got railed and knocked up by her father-in-law before she even kissed the groom. Hilarious in the worst way. Sad as hell. I wanted to scream, laugh, disappear all at once. I scrambled back on the cold floor, heart hammering, “No… stay back…” He moved closer anyway, and squatted beside me again, inhaling deep against my belly, like he was claiming territory. His face hardened further, certainty carving into stone.

I don't know if it was because I already knew it was going to happen or if I was gradually beginning to get over Mark. Finally, the bride and groom had to take their first dance and this was what my jealous heart couldn't continue to endure so I wandered off to find a place to drown my sorrow. Before then, I decided to go to the washroom first which I regretted. Before reaching to the washroom, I felt a hand cover my mouth as the other hand pulled me into a room. God, just kill me was my only prayer.

She stared at him suspiciously, as always, before saying, “Quit your psychological games, Travis. Stop playing smart. We all know that the First Section and the likes aren’t worthy of mentioning because they do not just belong to the lower class. They are the lower class!” Travis straightened up. While still facing the door, he laughed. He laughed loud and hard, like Dracula’s, or Joker’s. It was very villainous; the way he squeezed his stomach and rocking his head back and forth in the same rhythm with his body could tell how close he was to being mistaken as a Villain. He chained his fingers behind his back and they held tight. For a second, he stopped laughing. “Says someone who once was

I stood up abruptly, knocking over the empty bottles at my feet because I moved too fast. The figure approached me slowly, holding a bowl of hangover soup. "Alexander..." She spoke. Her voice was sickly sweet, carrying a strange perfume that made me nauseous. It wasn't her. The ecstasy of that moment receded like a tide, replaced by bone-chilling coldness and violence. Elena walked up to me, her fingers crawling up my chest like snakes, circling over my shirt. "Alexander, don't be sad... the dead cannot come back. Ivy is gone..."

Vivian was Adrian's infamous first love—the woman who had supposedly betrayed him, broken his heart, and abandoned him years ago because he was too poor for her. "How... how can you do this to me?" I wept, forcing the words out through the suffocating tightness in my chest. "Adrian... you are my husband." "Even now, on her deathbed, she still has the nerve to call my husband hers," Vivian sneered, rolling her eyes. "You are truly pathetic, Elena." "Don't stress yourself, my love," Adrian purred, leaning down to tenderly kiss Vivian's temple before rubbing her belly. "You shouldn't waste your energy talking to a rotting corpse."

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Their faces betray nothing, so I calmly get down from the horse, adjust my multi colored linen kimono and walk back to their front. "Please act the death scene in act one." I quickly rack my brain for the death scene, it's where Queen Amina's grandfather who favored her dies, in a flashback. I sink to the floor in a loud piercing but regal cry and do a renactment of many times I've cried over tragedy. Like when both of my parents died and no one from my paternal family took me in. "Thank you Ms. Labeebah, we'll get back to your agent as soon as possible, please see the assistant outside for refreshments." I nod, walk to the corner where I left my bag and quietly amble out of the large space

It didn't sever her hand, it shattered the bones within it. Her scream was a raw, animal thing that clawed at the walls. Leo knelt on the floor, trembling uncontrollably. "Isabella... please... mercy..." I turned my back on him, a gesture of final dismissal. "Take him," I said to Marco. "Strip him of everything but his name. And dump him on the street. Death is a mercy he hasn't earned. Let him live with what he is." Three days later, the first snow of winter began to fall on the iron gates of the Moretti estate.

"You lied to me!" The slap completely stunned Alina. She clutched her cheek, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You hit me? Everything I did was to marry you! You went along with it willingly!" The audience erupted into chaos. Luke’s expression darkened further, his voice trembling. "Alina, how could you be so cruel?" Just then, Alina’s mother suddenly rushed forward, holding a silver knife, screaming, "Luke, you heartless man! How dare you treat my daughter like this!"

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."