Goodbye Cruel World Book Novels & Stories

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

Aidan I sit patiently in the library for the girl from the gardens and hope she arrives. I have no idea what happened back there. What she read, it touched me. It was like no drug I have ever had and I want more. There was something about her too. She was mysterious and cunning but not in a bad way. The kind of person I didn't feel weird crying in front of. Why did I cry? That's not like me.

The cold-hearted Don, the wife used as a pawn, the opulent estate, even the layout of the rooms was identical. Most terrifyingly, every expression and every word uttered by the Don in the book was like looking in a mirror. "Damn it!" I slammed the book shut, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Don?" Lily looked at me with concern. "You look unwell..." I ignored her and flipped to the last page of the book. In the acknowledgements, at the very end, was a single line: "To the one who was once my whole world, and who personally shattered it. Even if he never sees these words, I want to tell him: I have learned to be reborn from the ruins."

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

She never will again. I scream. I scream until my throat is raw. Until my voice gives out. Until my body shakes with sobs that don’t stop, that will never stop. They took her from me. And now she’s gone. The world has ended, and I am trapped in the ruins of my own grief. And as I rock my baby’s lifeless body, the only thing I know for certain is this— I will never forgive them. What was my sin, Allah? R is for the realization that the world can be a cruel and unforgiving place. That humans are capable of terrible things and that justice doesn’t always prevail.

Susie's face went ghostly white when she saw Chester, her heart aching as if it were bleeding. Chester was a mess, tears streaming down his face as he cried in her arms, making her heart shatter into a million pieces. With a voice choked by tears, Chester stammered, "Susie, I was so scared. I thought... I thought I'd never see you again." Susie, ever the comforter, wrapped her arms around him and whispered soothingly, "Chester, I'm so sorry you were scared. However, I promise to always be here, right by your side. You won't lose me, ever."

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.

Her disappointment stung harder than the IV in my arm. "Shawn is the head of a mafia family. Ruthless and cold. Do you think a man like that would ever be gentle to a woman who tricked him into marriage? Do you think using suicide will make him care?" She scoffed. "Grow up. If you pull this stunt again, no one’s going to save you." No comfort. No concern. Just shame. I stared at the tiny holes in my hand from the needles and wondered when exactly I became someone so easy to give up on.

Honestly hated it and sometimes had nightmares about it. “Do you know, have you even had a clue of how painful and cursing it is for me to remember all of that loops? Everything that started with a tragedy, coming into a fruitful happy ending and only to be broken by the worst damn tragedy of all?” His hate, his pain, and thinking how cruel everything in this world and book is being written about.