Really Sad Books Novels & Stories

Sometimes we go to a book club which we both love. “Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover.” “Oh my God. I love that book. It made me cry.” “Yeah I know. It’s the third time I’m reading it.” I put some laughing emojis on the message. “What are you reading?” I ask her. “Things We Left Behind. Lucy Score.” She has placed heart emojis and book emojis at the end of her message. “Oh wow. I love that book. I’ve read the two after it. You need to get them.” I tell her, noticing that a smile is on my face as I lay here in the dark.

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I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

The weight of sadness settled upon her heart, casting a shadow over her once vibrant spirit. Eva retreated to her private study, seeking solace amidst the memories that intertwined with her grief. The room, adorned with artifacts from their epic journey, held a bittersweet reminder of the battles fought and the loved ones lost along the way. Tears welled up in Eva's eyes as she clutched a treasured photograph of Uncle Sam, a cherished mentor and source of unwavering support.

They were the books after Anthony’s book. I walk back to my section, sit down on the couch, and get into a comfortable enough position. I continue reading Anthony’s book and by the time I finished it, I was close to tears. I was confused as to why I was crying, the book was not that sad. My brain final clicked that I was not crying because of the book.

And now, he was pretending to care. I tried to sneer and yell, but I felt as if something was stuck in my throat, rendering me speechless. My vision went black. Before losing consciousness, I heard Jamie shouting, "Save my wife!" Tara's aggrieved voice filled the air too. "Jamie!" In my dreams, I seemed to hear Andy's voice. He reached out his little hand to wipe away my tears. "Mommy, don't cry." I also reached out to hold his tiny hand as if I could trick myself into believing he was still alive.

I moaned in pain when my bruised palms came in contact with the edge of the steel chair, I would also probably need to work overtime today as well, I need to buy a new bag and some books, I can’t allow myself to lend some more money from Melissa, I owe her a lot as it is. I shook my head at the thought of asking my half-brother, Nathan to lend me some money, he would probably tell Ron about it, and he would beat me half alive again. I was in the vacant hallway that is located at the back, it’s an emergency exit and nobody uses it since there hasn’t been any emergency and I was reading a book. My favorite book in the world, it was a tragedy, but also a classic by Guillotine, it is titled “Val

8. "Okay," Elion said. "Here's one from User BookWorm99. Five stars." "Read it." "This book destroyed me," Elion read. "I cried for three days. My mom asked if I was okay. Cale is the most tragic, beautiful character I've ever read. I want a Cale. Where do I find a Cale? Does A****n sell him?" Cale blinked. He looked genuinely confused. "She wants a Cale?" Cale asked.

Ah, I want to go. Huh, Meredith, I know you must be tired of hearing this news. I closed it :( ____ ¥ ____ ¥ _____ Ayden could feel the feeling of despair, which the girl showed in this book. A year passed, but this guy's guts still shrank. He didn't dare to read it all. When seeing Cheryl complaining, it felt like his body was washed by one drum of ice water. Guilt and regret hit hard. "Where do I suppose you are?" The man looked away from the book, saw an angel enter the room. Only wear a faded pink baby doll with a smooth fabric and shorts above the knee.

the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tears swell up in my eyes, I should have been here to save her, she would have still lived, now the only memory I have of her is this, I was more pissed than sad. leaning against the locker a knock startles me, it's Shakes, of course it's hi