Novel & Cerita Romance Tragedy

All the moments I have spent with you Alex, will forever be the best of my memories, I hope you also won't forget about me, I have never regretted being with you, the first time I met you was the time I fell for you, I knew you were always cold and indifferent towards me, but I have never felt a pang of hatred towards you for your coldness and indifferent attitude towards me, but rather my love for you increases anytime you were cold and indifferent to me, it seems like I prefer that side of you, being cold and indifferent. "I know you are disappointed in me for leaving you without saying a word, I hope fate would bring us together again, then I would say all that have wanted to say to you,

Nicole broke down into tears, slumping on the floor with her body shaking vigorously. She never believed events would turn out this way. It was just a simple dinner. Everybody was meant to eat, relax and get to know each other more. She hoped Armani would like her the way Aurora did but now everything was ruined. Armani hates her for no reason. And now Raphael was being led away for his punishment as a result of the brawl he got into with Dante. Dante was such a pain in the ass. How could he say those things to his own brother? His own blood.

Celeste asked, making sure her horse was in check. "Not that I know nothing about all this.." Delphine chuckled sheepishly as Celeste nodded meaningfully. "I see the lord hasn't told you about this yet.." she stated, "I guess.." "Well our journey will be very rough and tiring," Celeste informed, staring at Moreau who climbed onto his horse as she admired him. "Do you love him?" Delphine asked, seeing Celeste's eyes were fixed on Moreau. "Who wouldn't, I just wished he felt the same way, but sadly his heart belongs to another woman" Celeste signed sadly.

War and violence, that was what was engraved in the hearts of those of his species. He sits, and listens. Yes, sobs reached his ears. He had to do something to help his prince, or he would continue to languish and eventually die. He had read many books as a child. He knew it was possible to die of love. He remembered a book he had read, written by humans, called “Romeo and Juliet”. These two also lived a great love, within a war that separated their families. They also tried to escape, but the book was a tragedy, not a romance, and the young people end up dead. It wasn't a story like Silver wanted for Romeo. It wasn't the story he wanted for himself either, so now, with an empty heart, he co

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

My limbs shifted with the metallic crack of machinery locking into muscle, the curse reshaping me even as Ryan tore his own body apart to match. That was the curse of our bloodline: to feel and live exactly as our twin does. When Ryan’s limbs broke, I lost mine. When I healed, he healed. We were everything and nothing at the same time—two cursed generations bound by ignorance. But a soulmate… a soulmate isn’t someone who completes you. No. A soulmate is someone who inspires you to complete yourself, to rise and stand beside them. By the time we reached her, Ryan was ahead. He stood frozen over Michail as she collapsed onto the frozen ground, the breath of winter stealing what little warmth s

"Sabrina! Your parents left you that money so you'd never have to worry about life, not so you could bankroll some opportunistic guy! "Someone like Jeremy... Everything about him screams a schemer. Only a sheltered rich girl like you, who's never struggled a day in her life, would believe that nonsense about not looking down on a poor man!" Back then, I was so confident. My eyes were full of dreams for the future. "Ophelia, love can overcome anything. He just needs an opportunity. I believe in him. When he succeeds, he'll treat me even better." Ophelia just laughed at me. "A girl who's never suffered in life still has to suffer in love."

"Thank you for not giving up on me. Even when I gave you every reason to." "Thank you for teaching me that some people are worth fighting for. Worth changing for." "We're quite the pair, aren't we? The woman who died twice and the man who built an empire on corpses." He laughed, the sound raw but genuine. "The best romances are built on shared trauma and mutual destruction." "Is that from a book?" "No. I just made it up. Profound, right?" "Deeply disturbing, actually. But I'll take it." We fell asleep on the couch, wrapped around each other, while the city outside continued spinning like nothing had changed.

Suddenly, I didn't feel like beating the crap out of him; I wanted to slice him into three-inch pieces and feed him to zoo animals. Klaus: What about you? Who was your best? Rhyland: I don't know if I've ever had a best. All my hookups were of the same level of adequacy. Klaus: And they say romance is dead. Rhyland: It is, though, Cosmos. Think about it. Everything that represents love-flowers, hearts, swans, doves-dies at some point.

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.