Romantic Books That Will Make You Cry Novels & Stories

I sit the novel on the table and flip to page 243 of a dark romance novel. The book I started reading yesterday and let me say it’s emotionally draining me, which might be the reason I couldn’t put it down till two in the morning, aside from the fact that it’s a masterpiece at its best. I found out long ago I thrive on things that drain me, the pain, the angst, it reminds me I’m still breathing because dead people don’t feel right? Or do they? ****

My brain final clicked that I was not crying because of the book. I was actually crying because I was sad that Blake and I were fighting and we had not sorted it out. He keeps trying to apologise, but I want him to be grovelling on the floor. I focus back on the book in my hand. Anthony and Kate were amazing and they went from to enemies to lovers. That is the best romance trope there is. Enemies to lovers, they fight every time and claim to hate each other but underneath all that venom is actually passion. I move on to Benedict’s story. I have heard that his story is similar to Cinderella’s story. I continue reading the book.

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

I had another hour before my next class so I just decided to go to the library and wait there because staying in one place somehow eases the pain. I walked into the library with a cup of black coffee in my hand. I walked to a quiet and secluded place and sat on a chair. I took a deep breath as I drank from my coffee. I took out my favorite book, The Notebook, from my bag and placed it on the desk. I can't count the number of times I had read the book. It has so much behind it, love, pain, sorrow, loss and grief. I cried the first time I read the book. I also cried the first time I watched the movie.

“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

My heart felt like it has broken into pieces as I cried hard when I fell on the floor. _____________ Next chapters will contain dark romance/erotica so I except you'll read at your own risks. Thank you!

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She had a sweet smile on her beautiful face. His heart melted right away. " Yes " She could have it. The book his mother loved so much, she could have it. The book he treasured so much, she could have it. She could have it all because he. He loved her. " Thank you, I love Romeo and Juliet " Pearl smiled. She always had a liking for this special book. She loved their love story, their tragedy. Lucas smiled. She is just like his mother. He picked up a photo frame. He looked at it. His heart turned soft and his eyes watery.

My chest tightened and I took several steps backward. I turned around and walked away, damning the file. My heart ached with every step I took, and my eyes blurred from tears. I entered the elevator and waited for the doors to close before squatting. I held my head and allowed the tears fall. I glared at the floor as my heart burned. I started to sob, letting more fresh and hot tears flow. “I am so stupid. So fucking stupid,” I whispered and sobbed more. +++++ It had been hours since I heard Anthony and Ida return. I was under my blanket, tired of crying and all dried up. I was weak, not hungry, I was just feeling empty. Things were just not working in my favor.