Romantic Sad Books Novels & Stories

— I'm sure,– I say, my heart sinking in sadness, but I don't want to think about that possibility. A few minutes passed without either of us saying anything. Maybe Luke sensed how sad I was about this topic. — And what is the book about? – he asks again. — It's a romance between two teenagers. Overcoming life, depression. — I'm not a big fan of novels, but I make a point of reading yours. His arms are crossed on the table, his attention fully focused on me. I see my own reflection in the lenses of his glasses, and I realize I can't take my eyes off him. But then that hand grabs her arm and severs all connection between the two of us.

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It was an uncomfortable feeling, like something pressing against his ribs from the inside. Lately he had been missing the sight of her- her beautiful smile, the way her eyes brightened whenever she laughed. It was strange how someone’s eyes could stay in a person’s mind like that. Bright and warm most of the time, yet for some reason he had always thought there was something else hidden inside them. A shadow. A sadness. Every time he remembered it, curiosity stirred within him again. He wanted to know where that sadness came from and somehow, without realizing it, he wanted to be the one who made it disappear.

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

It wouldn't kill to explore. It was a library. A very very sad library. The only books here where history books not any type of history but vampire history books, school books, and some war novels with some mystery books here and there. Looks like their taste in books suck because why? Why would someone's library lack romance, sci-fi or even fantasy even though it's one. "Are you done crucifying my books?" Damian said slowly i didn't panic because i already knew he was there. "Nope not yet give me a second" i held my hands out "yhup I'm done" he laughed as he walked closer.

Dammit, I felt like coming already just hearing those words, but not yet, not until I saw her limp and sated. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against her earlobe as I whispered in a raspy voice, "You're beautiful. You pleased me. The way you take me, all hungry and desperate, it's driving me insane. I want to make you scream my name until you can't remember anything else."

Michael sat on the bench disappointedly and lit up a cigarette. The sorrow in his heart did not ease off. Instead, it made him feel more miserable. After three years, he still remembered his words, and his heart did not change even a little. Michael hoped to reunite with her, but she was determined to get away from him. Not even a view of her back was left for him. For every moment that he could not have his eyes on her, it was torturing for him. He could not believe that she would forget him and all the unforgettable experiences they had before.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"

He said whether sinister smile and I feel my cheeks become a tomato red like I’m giving a competition to a rose flower. We didn’t speak as he is enjoying my coffee and he offered sometimes to take a few sips but I denied. After few minutes of comfortable silence he again said. “Why you always read these kind of books and that too romantic novel….GOD, I hate romantic novels they are too clingy to read.” he made a disgusting face by looking at my rated novel. I smile looking at him making different faces and replied.

To outsiders, it seemed like Arya didn’t know the woman. When Arya said this, Sandy’s body froze and another round of tears streamed from her eyes. “Arya, please! I’m sorry but it’s about Jace! They- they took him and there was blood and… and- Arya please!” Sandy got on her knees and begged once more, her voice cracking up and her face drenched in tears. How pitiful. Some say the most painful thing emotionally is losing a child. Arya could believe it seeing the once proud and rude woman kneeling in front of her, pleading for her to save her son’s life.