Really Sad Books Novels & Stories

How could everything be taken away from me just when I finally felt whole? A broken wail escaped Amaris as she clutched the book to her chest, her body curling over it as if she could somehow hold onto the life that had been stolen from her. Her sobs grew louder, raw and unrestrained, filling the emptiness of her room with the sound of her heartbreak. Each breath came in jagged gasps, as if the sorrow itself were too heavy to bear, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.

Jane hadn't heard of the book until she was in high school. "How long was it?" For some reason, Jane had to know. "I don't remember. Three hundred, four hundred pages. And sad. It's the saddest book I ever read." "A Tale of Two Cities is sad, too." Were all long books sad? You'd think that after someone had read four hundred pages, the least he or she'd deserve was a happy ending. "Do you have it here? The Yearling?" "No. It was from the library. What do you want to make for dinner tonight? Maybe burgers, salsa, and guacamole? Tell Mom I'm going over to Sarah's house to study for the math test. What about you? What are you doing?"

I quickly made my way up the stairs trying not to linger for too long on any of the steps. My bedroom called to me. I knew it wouldn’t be the same. My heartbeat thudded in my ears with every stride. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to psych myself up. I inhaled deeply, knowing I would remember this smell for the rest of my life. I turned the knob and was immediately greeted with a soft breeze coming from the massive hole in my bedroom wall where I was serenaded just eighteen hours ago. My breathing hitched as my eyes drifted to my favorite part of my room, my books. My fingers grazed the spines of my barbecued books. I felt a single tear roll down my cheek as I bid farewell to a pr

It lifted my spirit and made my heart sour in delight. “A family meeting without the head of the family?” a voice suddenly came from the door. “Have I become so useless to my own son?” “Or is dying making you feel invincible? Do you think you can do just about anything?” I CAN’T TELL YOU ALL HOW SORRY I AM. I KNOW MOST OF YOU HAVE GIVEN UP ON THIS BOOK DUE TO HOW I UPDATE AND SOME HAD DONE THAT RECENTLY, SOME MIGHT EVEN DO THAT IN THE FUTURE. SAYING SORRY WOULD NOT MAKE IT ALL BETTER, NEITHER WOULD IT DESCRIBE HOW DISAPPOINTED I AM AT MYSELF, OR HOW SORRY I TRULY FEEL. ALL I CAN SAY IS, I AM SORRY.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

So, whenever I felt sad, I hid inside. The air smelled like paper and dust, and everything inside was old and dusty. The books on the shelves didn't have pictures on the cover like my books, and they were huge. I couldn't have completed reading one book even if I kept reading it for years, that's how big they were. Elena most probably could have finished the book; she liked reading books a lot more than I did.

“IT–IT CAN’T BE!” Rosa began ripping books down. Thick volumes crashed around the feet of the chair. She choked on her sobs, hands trembling as she threw them all, one after another into the flood, crying like a mad woman. Pages fluttered open like gaping mouths whispering secrets she didn’t want to hear. Rosa climbed down and sank onto her knees, dropping herself in between the dark books. “I don’t believe it!” she wailed, hands clawing through the open pages. “I don’t–I don’t believe it!”

Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels. “Since when have this library being here?” I marvel at its sheer size, joy swelling in my heart before a sudden pang grips my heart. Damon, my love, may never be able to see this library with me. When he's gone, we won't be able to read together, eat together or make love. The realization hits me hard, and I cry harder, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Sinking to the floor amid the books, I let the tears flow, the pain of living without him seems unbearable.

I replied as I wiped my tears. "That's what has you crying?" he cocked his head to look at me better. "I thought you were in pain or something and I got worried," he said seriously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you," I need to calm down from all these emotions. "It's just that it's a really good book and I'm in love with Lauren Kate's writing, I think she may be one of my new favourite authors." Nick looked at me intensely for a moment before a laugh fell from his lips.