Really Sad Books Novels & Stories

She yells as loud as she can by my bedroom door. Shaking my head as I walk over to the place I was sitting in before, staring out my window, wishing things could go back to the way they were. " Well here are all the books I could find, I wasn't sure about this one though... it's about Vampire's and their mates, didn't even know they were lucky enough to have one, considering all the blood shed and carnage their spieces causes." She pops off scattering all the books onto my rose flower comforter covering my bed.

If he's going to say that it's not a big deal, I am going to exit his office without any hesitations at all. "And what about me crying over a book?" I raised one of my eyebrows at him as my attitude thickens. I'm not accepting negative remarks from someone who's probably not well-informed that books carry more than just a story that originated from the author's creative mind. Books also carry emotions that sometimes makes you cry due to many reasons. One of them is maybe because you went through an experience that a character is going through as you read. "Nothing. I just find you cute."

I can't deny that Ronald give a huge impact to me this day that I feel so empty and sad. What's with this guy? Why are my feels affected when it comes to him? He's a nobody. He's handsome but he's far from Alqamar. But why is he distracting my mind? I sighed and walked inside the bookstore. I swallowed hard and went to the last bookshelves so that I can sit there and rest a bit. I sat down on the ground and lean my back to the bookshelve. I put my arms on top of my knees and lean my forehead over it and from there...my shoulders started to quiever as my tears continuously fall from my eyes.

Warning -) All are my books. List of Completed books BOOK 1 LINK -https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/21000001955 Spoiled billionaire's innocent Bride. *completed* Deep romance , heart break , happy ending.Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me bitch , slut, whore ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two

“There were so many good books at the library. Why did you have to choose a book with a trope like that, Melinda?” He spread out a few books in front of me as he continued; pointing to each one of them as he spoke, “You could have chosen a book loaded with humor to make you laugh; or science fiction story that explores the vastness of the universe; or, you could have chosen a book where the main leads live a long, happy life surrounded by loved one.” He threw up his hands in frustration. “But, NO. You had to choose a heart-breaking story that will shatter your soul and make you cry.” “Why are you over reacting like this Kain?” I held my head and sighed. “It is just a novel.”

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

He buried his face in his hands, his voice breaking as he muttered over and over, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I didn’t spare him another glance as I stood and carried Yael to leave. Yael, who had cried himself to sleep, still occasionally hiccupped in his dreams. His tiny hands clutched at my shirt, and he murmured softly, “Don’t want Daddy... don’t want Daddy...” Silas heard it, and for the first time, I saw tears glimmer in his eyes.

The novel was a very sad one - A very sad one it is. Nahigra entered without knocking. I found someone I would pour all my anger on. "Why can't you knock?" She was shocked. I realised I shouldn't have screamed at her like that. "Sorry," I apologised immediately. "What's wrong?" She asked me. "Nothing." I said. She laughed and sat down on the bed. "You have read another sad story." She said amidst laughing. "It is not funny." He said. "What's the title of the book?"

I pretended not to her the snickers around me and just tried to pick up the rest of my stuff. I went to sit at the library, a blank look on my face as I stared at half of my belongings. I felt my eyes burn with. I hadn't cried since the funeral and I was trying desperately to be strong, but goodness, it was so hard. I placed my head on the table, squeezed my eyes shut and trying to make sense of the world around me. My eyes continued to burn when suddenly I heard something dropping next to me. I looked up and I saw the pile of books. "What?" I stuttered out as I looked at what was definitely my missing books.

On the morning of the fourth day, I began the "Pilgrimage." Before I left, I went to the manor's abandoned library. It was filled with moldy books and broken furniture, and the air smelled of decaying paper. But on a shelf in the deepest corner, I found a special diary. The cover was dark brown leather, with "Book of Laments" embroidered in gold thread. I opened the first page and saw elegant handwriting. "Here are recorded the stories of every soul in this manor, their pain, their despair, and their final wishes..."