Romantic Tragedy Novels & Stories

continued Romeo. Romeo had lost his mind. He transformed into a savage demon who had no heart. He's already the worst man in the world. "I swear if you do that, I will take revenge in your next life--Aaaaaahkhhh!" Rena's tears were flowing. She looked at the man in silence and deep disappointment. She was at a loss for words. Romeo is the destroyer. Destroys the soul as well as the body. Her head was dizzy for a moment. She wanted to die now. There was no need to wait for a sharp object to separate her body and head.

Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!" … Under the eerie night sky, the elderly town mayor, George Porter, leaned on his cane and slowly addressed us, "Tonight is Ximena Ferguson's wedding. Dear guests, you wouldn't want to miss it." He paused, lowering his voice. "At 9:00 pm, the ceremony will be held at the manor. As for your wedding gifts…" The corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile. "Each of you will offer one sacrifice. A human sacrifice."

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.

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

When I opened the shower door and got in, my eyes were still blurry from the fog and couldn't concentrate. That was lightning fast. Already hot and flowing, the shower was ready to go. I snapped up my eyes and saw my mom standing there. I drew her close and kissed her passionately, since I was at a loss for words. Her legs finally gave out, and she collapsed into my arms. I gathered her close and cradled her in my arms. Whimpering and trembling, she uttered incoherent gibberish. I was so inebriated; I apologize to Britny. Is it possible for you to ever hold me blameless? What a shame on me. Oh my God, what the blazes! I beg you, Britny," she pleaded with Britny again and again. Despite her p

The Duke commands one of his men to sing the bards' tales that the knight studied on his travels. The knight begins with the tragic story of "Tristan and Isolde," the Medieval version of "Romeo and Juliet." And-Holy Shit! The knight's voice would give Josh Groban a run for his money! The soulful voice echoing around us mixed with the sad song brings tears to my eyes. Love found and fatefully lost due to miscommunication. I glance around, and I see no dry eyes in

Together, the three of them eased Trevon back onto the bed. Edith snapped, "Have you lost your mind? Do you want to kill yourself before you finally settle down?" For Lydia, he had taken a bullet and nearly died. However, he could not even make it back when Bella had her fatal crash. He was in such bad shape he almost did not make it to Bella's funeral. If he were Madeline, he would be signing divorce papers too. "You're worthless! A total failure! You're going to send me, an old woman, to an early grave."

Stacy toppled forwards onto the floor, her mind plunged into the darkness of a stormcloud, coursing with errant flashes of lightning. Her eyes stared forward at nothing. Her ears echoed with the vague sound of screams all around. "Help! Someone's been murdered!" "Mr. Dorne, it's your girlfriend!" In a fleeting moment of lucidity, Stacy caught sight of Joseph disappearing into the crowd, unheeding as he walked away, Charlotte safe within his arms. He never looked back, even once.

I asked someone to transport the urns back home. Even stacked up, they didn't even reach my shoulders. As soon as I opened the door, a force knocked me down. I fell into the urns, and they all hit the ground. Ashes spilled everywhere, and it was impossible to tell whose was whose. I looked at the one who had pushed me. Daniel stood over me, as if towering above gave him a sense of superiority. Pointing at me, he raged, "You have the nerve to come back? If I hadn't shown them our marriage license, I'd be sitting in a cell right now! You really are a wicked woman!"