Romantic Tragedy Novels & Stories

The pretty twenty-two year old nodded and walked to the front of the desk. “May I be of assistance to you gentlemen?” Ben took a good look at her and smiled. “Actually, yes. Would you help me find a book I’ve been looking for?” She smiled back. “What is the book called?” “I’m not sure but it is about two young star-crossed lovers whose parents are enemies, so they get married without their parents knowing but it all ends in tragedy when both die.”

Their love story was finally tagged in romance, unlike the past life which was tagged as a tragedy. So it was a happy ending!

“Something like a love story… Romeo and Juliet, perhaps?” “That’s not a love story, Anastasia,” Sebastian corrected absently. “It’s a tragedy.” “It started as a love story though,” she replied. “Just two romantics falling in love. If their families had just let things be, they could have united them in happiness.” “I like Mum’s idea,” Jasper said as bother Charlotte and Jay started to speak, surprising them into silence. “I like Mum’s idea. Romeo and Juliet. But as it should have been. Two families united in marriage.”

It was just the same as what was happening now] "How did Romeo and Juliet falling in love at each other be the same as our situation right now? The two does not have anything to do with it" [It has anything to do with it. Say, no matter how inconceivable it was, there is nothing wrong with a desert and a swamp to come and meet each other. That is what you called fate! In a strange world like this, the two might have come in contact with one another against all odds!] "Err... I dare say I think you've got some lose wirings in your brain circuit, nowadays, Nero. You are now even starting to incorporate romance into even the smallest details like this. Just how romantically frustrated have you

Thomas whispered on his lover's ears. "You won't abandon me, right?" Fara’s crestfallen voice gently floated audibly on the ears of the cultivators around. Though it was mosquito like in scale, a murmur, a gentle tremor, yet how could such a paltry hindrance bar the capture of the curious. These lot could change landscapes and empty ocean floors if they wish so, what more some little pronouncements of love in their midst. It was ever the tragic tales of love that invited the fancy of the romantics. This was true in the past, real in the present, and will forever remain significant on the morrow.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

After going through the motions with their respective families via morning routine, they found a way to sneak off and spend what could have possibly been the final few moments they had together. Noreen McCray knew all too well that her lingering marriage contract prevented her from even envisioning a future with the man she truly loved, this sweet kind, and hopelessly naive young man who would never be the same she wagered once he learned the truth about her tragic deception. Alain could hardly contain himself, his cock seemed to harden at the very sight of the young lass that had given him so much pleasure in the small amount of time they had known each other. He could hardly recall what li

As if destiny had played some cruel trick on him. Sage became lost in the play as the hours passed, seeing flashes of his lifetime before him, feeling himself nearing the end, feeling weaker, knowing he was dying. He was losing himself in the play, losing all sense of time and space as finally, the play neared its end, Romeo dying, Juliet discovering him and ending her monologue: What’s here? a cup, closed in my true love’s hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop

"Stop crying, it's my dress that is ruined." Juliet walked to John and she patted him on his back. "What's going on here? Why are you hurting John?" She wore a tight frown. I presented my dress to her and she gasped feeling quite shocked staring at the several holes and punctures in them. "What happened to your dress? Did rats devoured them?" "No!" I yelled, "John tore it up and it's the prettiest dress I could find. I don't want Jake to see me looking like garbage."

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.