Romantic Sad Books Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

---- Gale POV She was irresistible. Was this Gregory Klint, my brother's business partner? Who is that lovely girl he with? She looks like an angel. I'm bored while I was alone. My girlfriends are boring. He's fortunate to date a girl like her. I smirk while simply looking at her. This face will be remembered by me. --- Raphael POV

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

“That isn’t an option. Our arrangement has ended, Nina. What can I give you?” “Your heart. Or just your body. I want everything, Tiernan. Please don’t send me away.” Madison’s chest tightened at the pathetic words, more with empathy than sympathy. She could all too easily imagine Nina’s heartbreak at being discarded. How soon before she would know how it felt directly? “Nina, get off me.” There was the sound of two bodies interacting, followed by a small cry from Nina. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I don’t want you touching me.”

Alvaro doesn't deserve her tears. "Did he or did you decide?" "What's the point, Yan? The point is the same, break up." Ryan took a deep breath. She became a silent witness to how her best friend suffered because of her love story which always ended tragically. "Wait, I need a drink first," said Rian who was just about to call one of the coffee shop employees, before Yara interrupted him with an order to her mother's employee to get Rian's experimental coffee from the refrigerator.

She’d been to a bookshop and found some book full of photos of two-inch foetuses with their tiny little fingers. She’d been crying for hours and her face was a complete mess. She said she knew what she ought to do, but she just couldn’t do it. She said it was her fault and she’d understand if I wanted out.*

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels. “Since when have this library being here?” I marvel at its sheer size, joy swelling in my heart before a sudden pang grips my heart. Damon, my love, may never be able to see this library with me. When he's gone, we won't be able to read together, eat together or make love. The realization hits me hard, and I cry harder, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Sinking to the floor amid the books, I let the tears flow, the pain of living without him seems unbearable.