Historia Triste Novels & Stories

It was but a bug beautiful prison decorated with illusions, Nov thought, as he slowly lost interest in anything, even her, Lin, the woman he was so madly in love with at first, the one he thought he was the luckiest man on earth as he was going to spend a happily ever after with her, oy that the happily ever after wasn’t happy. The loss of interest turned into frustration as Nov lost the desire to live, or more accurately, live the life he had, the frustration fed the hatred he had for the bastards who manipulated him, but he wasn’t stupid to let it show, as he saw what happened to Ayartma when she stupidly stood up against the all mighty Historia, the sight of her on her knees while her eye

His eyes grew distant, lost in the depths of his memories, as he began to share his heart-wrenching story. "Her name was Isabelle," Tate whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "She possessed a captivating spirit, a light that shone brightly in the darkest of times. Our love was forbidden, a dangerous dance between two worlds. We believed our bond could defy fate, but destiny had other plans." A hushed silence enveloped the small gathering as Tate unraveled the tale of his ill-fated love. He spoke of the sacrifices they made, the battles fought, and the ultimate price they paid for defying the natural order. His words were laden with regret and the weight of lost dreams.

She spent the next fifteen minutes on the floor, crying her heart out before walking to the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She already had huge bags under her eyes and her cheeks had streaks of her mascara mixed with her tears. She looked miserable. She had long realised that she couldn't come to love anyone else other than Ashton, when she tried to date much more handsome and richer guys than Ashton. She wanted no one else but him. For Callie, no one could replace her Ashton. It was all Katherine's fault that her life had become so vague and meaningless.

He had another girl. Taking heavy steps, she walked along the side walk, her feet thudding the pavement. The sound of crickets chirping and the breeze blowing, the smell of rain wafted through the air, but her mind was in a haze, she felt empty...warm tears flowed down her cheeks as she recalled his words. "never loved you, Kamil"

“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.

“I looked for him for years. I never stopped not until I find him, but it seems like fate cut the tie that binds us and makes things harder for me. But I didn’t lose hope. I pray every night that He will help me find him. Thus, He did. He led me the way to him, but fate really played to me… to us, finally, I found him, but he already left the world and take the side of the Lord.” “I’m sorry about—” “No, it’s fine. I just want to share some portion of my painful past as I see how you take an effort to find things out between you and Linus. And when I found out the reason why he left me, my world slowly tore down and I almost lost my insanity—it’s crazy how love turns us, right? You can make i

From the investigations he requested, he learned that Tobia hates her father's work, and she would not associate herself with a person like Stefan unless she was in love with him, but she left him shortly after to know her concern for her sister; Vera would not have refused to marry Stefan and would have been miserable forever ************* As soon as dinner was over, he rushed to visit his mother, who lives near his house, as she refused to live in any of his father's palaces after her separation from him. Charlotte, the glamorous brunette with wide honey eyes and gorgeous burgundy complexion, was an African American, her skin was not tan but light caramel color. Really charming, when I g

"I didn't say anything, not wanting to alarm the family. I hoped Valtor and Valeria's union would... resolve whatever issue she was talking about. It doesn't seem like it has." Grandmother's hands intertwined, her eyes distant. "The only significant blow to our family's history was the love triangle between Kael, Valtira, and Aurora and if that is the history she is talking about then i fear that indeed, this time we may never recover because soo many lives were lost at that time." Annie's eyes widened. "The war and bloodshed that left us with nothing?" Grandmother nodded gravely. "Yes, Do you think it could be related to that?"

Unfortunately, one of our people, homophobic to the limit, lost control and ripped apart the pup that wasn't even a year old, The horrified queen covers her mouth and clutches her chest. The lovers went crazy with grief. They attacked the warriors and guards. The men didn't know how to act, in shock, so they started fighting each other. When the kings realized, there were almost no men left alive. The servant begged his lover to kill him because he couldn't bear the pain of losing his son. In pain, and knowing that he would soon follow him, he kills his lover and then kills himself. Vlad lost the servant he loved like a son, and Cerebros lost the crown prince that day. According to the gene

He could never win with her, never get a word in. When the flashback ended, Bashir Bakura cursed himself for being so unsuccessful at the time, for taking the money Bushratou's father had offered and gone abroad to make a name for himself in architecture. It was one of his worst decisions. His second most regretted decision was never checking up on the child Bushratou had and his worst ever decision, was marrying Yaana. He regretted it bitterly.