First As Tragedy Then As Farce Novels & Stories

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.

He almost stepped forward but then hesitated. I got into the car without another glance. Wealth, however great, was fleeting without true competence. I recognized that the beggar was Daniel. But so what? We were strangers now.

My tears suddenly fell like a river while staring at the door. This is not the best decision that I've made, but it's not also the worst. I just don't want their family will be ruined just because of me. We met and also end by tragedy. That's how the destiny played with us, it's a huge mess game, but I learned many lessons while playing this game.

Then he fell on the couch and kicked out his frustration. ********************* Meanwhile, Aria went back to her father’s mansion. On getting there, the first thing she did was break all the vases in the foyer. “Miss Hart!” Madam Clautra called. The sound of the breaking vase on the floor had drawn the woman’s attention out to the foyer.

"Marrying into your mafia-led pack was the single greatest tragedy of my life. I loathe you. Now let me go!" Tristan’s pupils contracted. "The greatest tragedy?" He let out a dark, mirthless bark of a laugh. "You’re dying to be a Cross, aren't you? You think a divorce is your ticket to his bed? You’ll get your freedom when I’m done with you, and not a second before!" In one fluid motion, Tristan didn't just pull me; he hoisted me over his shoulder like a piece of captured loot. The world inverted. My hair tumbled down his back, and the sudden rush of blood to my head made me dizzy.

Sometimes, an emotional affair hurt worse than a physical one. The silver lining in this mess was that I pulled out early enough. As I stood before the sea I had seen so many times in my dream, I took a deep, greedy breath. The sea tasted like freedom. I texted my friend, and he called me right away. "Having fun at the beach?" Without missing a beat, I answered, "You don't know the half of it." My friend fell silent for a moment. Then he stammered, "Uh, man, I'm just asking, but… are you sure you and Sonia can't go back?"

she thought. The men the in other car smiled when they saw Alex's actions, it seems like he was going to die anyway, one of the men then aimed his shot at one of their tyres as he shot. The driver of the truck was shocked when he saw Alex's action of trying to pass before he reached, there was zero probability that he would not crush the car because he was very close to it, quickly he veered the truck towards another side but in the process he lost control of the truck, going towards the black car that was following Alex, on seeing this the driver of the truck had already jumped out of the truck, the truck crashed directly into the black car before they could react, they were busy observing

His father bowed his head towards him before walking off the stage, silently telling him that he was in charge of the ceremony. "My first act as Alpha will be to choose my Beta." Milo announced loudly for all to hear, "Godrick Macafee, please join me on the stage." The crowd once again erupted into cheers. I rolled my shoulders and stretched my head to each side before standing from my seat and strutting toward the stage. No one was shocked by the Alpha's choice in a beta. Everyone in the pack knew that Milo and I were inseparable. That we were two peas in a pod and that if one of us went somewhere, the other was sure to follow.

Elegant. Now covered in dust. Torn at the hem. Ruined. My wedding dress. Something inside me broke. Not fear. Not sadness. Rage. "This is my wedding day," I said quietly. Everyone looked at me. "This is my wedding day. And they tried to kill us." Marcus squeezed my hand. "I know." "No. You don't. This was supposed to be happy. Joyful. The best day of my life. And Catherine Cross turned it into a war zone. Again. She always does this. Destroys everything good. Every celebration. Every moment of happiness."

The Wellington name, which had once sat over everything in my life like a ceiling I couldn’t raise, was now associated with scandal and fraud and the kind of public disgrace that took generations to recover from. And I was here. Dancing. “So yes,” I answered myself. “I am happy.” It surprised me a little, even now. Not that I had gotten here but that happiness, when it finally arrived, felt so ordinary. Not loud. Not triumphant. Just warm and steady. Like something that had always belonged to me.