Novel & Cerita Romantic Tragedy Books

When we first met, she tried to talk to me countless times but I just ignore her but then i liked her company so we just naturally bonded. Oh God!! Please send an Angel to keep me company, i'm dying of boredom. "You read shakespeare?". I groaned at sound of that voice. Why does it have to be Jacey Carter. "I can tell you are happy to see me". He said sarcastically taking a seat beside me. Oh God!! Out of the Angels available, you just had to send the stupid one. He picked up one of the books. "So Romeo and Juliet huh? Drastic ending".

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

“You always read something serious.” “Fine,” I admitted. “Romance.” He raised an eyebrow. “Figures.” “Oh please,” I said. “You love romance.” “I love watching you react to it,” he replied. I kicked his foot lightly under the table. “Behave.” He leaned in. “No promises.” After coffee, we wandered through the bookstore. He picked up random titles, reading the back dramatically. “‘A tragic tale of lost love,’” he read aloud. “Absolutely not.” “Why?”

She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming. When he lay back on the bed and spoke her name into the quiet, something inside her stirred, soft at first and then insistent. His awareness of her felt like a hand brushing against her soul. Every time he shifted, every time his breath changed, she thought it rippled through her, a quiet pull that made her drift closer without quite meaning to.

He wouldn’t, would he? “The book that he gave me, he said it’s dark romance and I would like it, but there’s no romance. It’s only dark” she started. “Who does that? He stalked her for years and she finally agreed to have a date. But just before they could get intimate, she died because of mould infestation in her apartment. That’s the most rubbish ending I’ve ever read. I didn’t sleep for two days to finish that book, Steffan,” she explained in between sobs while still buried on my chest. “Oh honey,” I let out a breath while hugging her tighter. “Oh honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought something happened to you,” I rubbed her back while kissing her head trying to calm her dow

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

Many people who had passed by, looked at the two sitting by the lake in such a tranquil manner, and could not help but feel somewhat jealous of the two, it seems like they were a match made from heaven. The young woman sitting by the young man was so beautiful, her looks mesmerized all the males passing by, to the point where they were left in confusion, "how could someone be as beautiful as that?" that was the question that appeared in their mind, the young man also sitting by her side was so handsome that the girls passing by could not help but want to throw themselves at him, sadly it seems like it was taken away by someone who was even more beautiful than them. No matter how people tried