Really Sad Books Novels & Stories

his voice trailed off and the table became quiet. "Sasha! My name is Sasha." I spit out and left. It wasn't a very graceful exit as my belly was ridiculously large. I don't know why I got so upset. I usually let comments roll right off me. I just felt like everyone knew all these big secrets and I was left in the dark to be toyed with. I reached the library and grabbed some nonfiction books from the stacks. One about fairies, one about mate bonds, and one about omegas. These were more informational books than stories, which weren't as much fun to read, but I needed to stop feeling like I was a total idiot.

" She asked. Sheena might be so enthusiastic about everything but she has this soft spot that whenever I feel sad, she'll soften and feel the same feelings I felt. That's what I also liked about her. "Not fine, Our professor took my book, I can't read my love anymore!" I cried and a sudden slap landed on my head. Ouch! "What the F**k! Be serious, Ami" and she's a little a****n by the way. "I'm serious, Sheen, I'm depressed! They took my book away, they took my happiness!!" Now I was like a five-year-old kid throwing tantrums to her mother for not buying her sweets. I stamped my feet in intense disappointment.

, Rachel taunts. They say nothing more after that, leaving me to wallow in my own sorrow. And I do. I feel devastated. I feel used and dumped. I feel worthless. All the emotions in a book that could possibly describe someone‘a despair, I feel them all. I’m overwhelmed with grief.

I stood in the center of the room, alone, surrounded by the wisdom of centuries and the stories of a thousand lives. I should have been glad. But I felt my knees finally give out. I collapsed onto the thick Persian rug, the weight of the last twenty-four hours crashing over me like a tidal wave. I didn't look at the books, I couldn’t bring myself to think of them mattered. I just buried my face in my hands and let out a jagged, broken sob. I sat there and cried. I cried for the girl who thought her wedding day would be the start of a life, even if it was going to be a miserable one.

There's are a few themes which will be present in this part unlike the last, there are: 📌child molestation, 📌incest, 📌suicide 📌rape, 📌explicit content. 📌dark 📌violence I am writing this book because I felt people need to know. *This chapter might cause people to be triggered read with caution and no rude comment* Thank you . "You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive." ~James Baldwin

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

She tilted her chin to the piece of paper in Ace's hold, "That's a piece of my journal." "Oh, trust me it didn't disrupt anything." She smiled and walked closer, "glad to hear that," she eyed the name inscribed on the tombstone, "Death is really something else, huh? Losing someone dear feels like losing a big part of you and your life you never knew existed. She was a good person, wasn't she?" She quickly turned to Ace who nodded sadly. "Funny how the world is: the bad prevail and the good perish."

I grin and she laughs. "Well if you ever need some real action, you know where to find me." She says, and we laugh harder. "There's this boy though, more of a man. I just see him around, do not know his name, or anything about him, just that he has a dark dress sense, and something undeniable melancholic about him, which draws me in. Everytime I see him, he's either listening to sad shit, like NF, J Cole, Halsey, or reading some exceptional books, that are sad, like Normal People, A Little Life, and I swear I saw him reading Harry Potter and V.E Schwabs Vicious." She says

So, Rara can be an example. Rate the book🥰🥰🥰🥰. Thanks for reading💜💜💜💜