Romance Tragedy Novels & Stories

"And Damian crashes the wedding to stop it, only to get shot by the angry fiancé—except Cecile jumps in front of the bullet?" "Yeah," I said quietly, tracing a finger along the edge of my notebook. "She dies saving him, and when Damian realizes what she’s done, he... he can’t handle it. So he..." I hesitated, glancing at Frank, who was watching me closely. "He kills himself. Because for him, life without her isn’t a life worth living." A silence enveloped us, broken only by the faint hum of the library’s air conditioner. Frank’s expression softened, his voice dropping. "That’s... really heartbreaking. Somehow, you’ve made Romeo and Juliet even more tragic."

But no matter what distraction I did, she and Patry still ended up together in the end. Her love life can be a novel or drama series. Worth to watch especially at the time Patry was chasing her because she left the country. Their love story is a romance genre while mine is... way tragic? I've been through so much that it seems like the readers or audience won't try to watch or read the story of my life. Mine was too boring and I didn't like boys and romantic stuff like Kira did. My love interest... I don't even know if I'm experiencing that right now.

I smiled at him teasingly. He raised a brow at me, as if what I’d told him just plain insulted him. “And then what? There are only two possible endings to that. Either I make her fall desperately in love with me, and then I shred her soul to pieces and leave her heartbroken, or I love her desperately, I would give her everything and give everything up for her and she…leaves me. And my already-damned soul is shred to pieces.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to bestow such a tragedy on another human being.”

I said sweetly, my voice dripping with innocence, “isn’t it true that sometimes the greatest love stories are the most forbidden ones? Even when there’s an age gap… or someone else standing in the way?” The class murmured. Professor Winsley’s hand tightened around his marker. He turned to me slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that commanding intensity that made my knees weak. “Miss Maradona,” he said, his voice dangerously calm, “in literature, forbidden love usually ends in tragedy. One or both parties get destroyed. Are you sure you want to discuss that topic?” I smiled, slow and wicked. “Oh, I’m very sure, Professor Winsley. I love a good tragedy… especially when I’m the one wri

That explained the quick and consistent strokes I heard in the dark. "Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast." He says lowly, his posture relaxes slightly and I notice that his face is calm. He takes another step, leaving little to no space between the two of us. "Stupid quote if you ask me." He whispers. "Romeo still got his wish and married Juliet, it was after that was achieved the tragedy started." I continue, my voice just above a whisper. His breath fans my face, "Agreed that they may have stumbled."

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."

It's not like we didn't love each other before we said it. This was supposed to be a romance, a tale about the power of love instead it turned into a tragedy and I felt like I was stuck in one of those Shakespeare movies Khai liked to watch. There was one where the two idiots in love committed suicide and I wondered what was even the point? They could've run away. They could've done anything else but die. I envied them. They had options. In my situation it was either Khai or me, one had to die for some reason. Previously it was only me who was clearly dying, Khai's death wasn't even an option or a thought but here we were, mourning him like he gave us a heads-up.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

, Ryan scoffed and unfortunately, the rest of the people in the class got to hear it. Oh, God! The counselor cringed and waved it aside and resumed with what she was saying. "Um...so, like I was saying, I strongly advise against s3x before marriage. I mean, what if you two break up and don't end up together? You need to keep your dignity for your Mr Right. "But, when you're married, of course,,it becomes the sweetest ingredient". Oh, God! Please, please. Can somebody tell her to skip this part?

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