Romance Tragedy Novels & Stories

Every muscle tightened, and I pulled her closer as I awaited his reaction. A gasp left him as he stared at her with emotions that tore at me. Emotions of surprise and joy, which were the reason I never wanted them to meet. Because as much as I wanted her, as much as I needed her with every breath, we were doomed. Like Romeo and his Juliet, we were a tragedy. A semi headed straight for a collision with a slab of concrete. There was only decimation in our future. He held out his hand. “Lila, it’s a true pleasure to meet you.”

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

“It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess." She paused for a moment, her eyes misty with unshed tears. "She had informed your great-great-grandfather about the situation and informed him that their relationship should be called off while she focused on her mat

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“Because it’s raw. It’s not romantic, it’s obsession, the ache that overtakes you, the pain that feels necessary. It mirrors real life, doesn’t it?” A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It was gone in an instant, but she had seen it. “Yes. But you stop at the surface. You describe the ache, the longing, but why? What does it say about Keats, about the society he inhabits and about you?” The question was so personal that it stole the air from her lungs. “About me?” “Yes,” he said, leaning back again. “Why this particular flame, Scarlett? What is it you recognize in that kind of all-consuming, self-destructive hunger?”

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

When I opened the shower door and got in, my eyes were still blurry from the fog and couldn't concentrate. That was lightning fast. Already hot and flowing, the shower was ready to go. I snapped up my eyes and saw my mom standing there. I drew her close and kissed her passionately, since I was at a loss for words. Her legs finally gave out, and she collapsed into my arms. I gathered her close and cradled her in my arms. Whimpering and trembling, she uttered incoherent gibberish. I was so inebriated; I apologize to Britny. Is it possible for you to ever hold me blameless? What a shame on me. Oh my God, what the blazes! I beg you, Britny," she pleaded with Britny again and again. Despite her p

“A tragic one.” “All the memorable ones are. Orpheus and Eurydice. Romeo and Juliet. Tristan and Isolde,” he listed. “They all die tragically at the end, or they may as well when they lose the love of their life. Sentient beings can’t experience love and obsession so complete without tragedy and loss. When you love someone, heartbreak is inevitable.” Lily didn’t subscribe to that idea. She believed in romance, in happily ever afters. She might not have experienced her own yet, but she had to believe there was a happily ever after somewhere out there, waiting for her. Otherwise, Anthony

“They had a massive fight. She broke up with him. And he wouldn’t leave. Just sat there, in the rain, soaking wet, even as lightning struck nearby.” I scoff, shaking my head. “That’s not love, my darlings. That’s suicide.” Zalie rolls her eyes. “It’s called romantic devotion. Romeo romantic.” “No,” I retort firmly. “It’s called madness. Nobody should be willing to lose themselves in the name of love. What’s the point? He dies, and you move on. Or you die, and he moves on. Does he really expect you to dedicate your life to his grave? Never.”

Sometimes,we pursue it till it drives us insane or leave us stranded and burnt out. Isn't it romantic how the chaos can either ruin you or strengthen you? It was this very moment I began to think of our love story was the kind that did both. James Renault was the star crossed love of my life. Ours wasn't as epic as those writing in movies and romance novels, we were place in each other's lives as inconvenience. I burned for him until I was nothing but ashes. He...well,he met me at the worst time of my life when I was an inconvenience. The deal that brought us together was cursed to rip us apart.