Romantic Tragedy Novels & Stories

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

The explosion, when it finally happened, would either destroy them both or turn everything into silver and gold. "Share with me," he said in a low gruff voice, like a wolf close to biting her. "Kill me with your sweetness, Little Mac." With a sudden sense of fear that she would lose out on even one minute of kissing him, she lowered her head to his. Her perilous attraction to him only pushed her onward. These violent delights have violent ends. Isn't that how Romeo and Juliet goes?

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."

" Alice seemed to have lost her mind. Right now, it seemed that she wanted to take everyone down with her. "With a cold-hearted mother, a useless father, and a disgusting lover… Honestly, isn't Vanessa better off dead?"

“A tragic one.” “All the memorable ones are. Orpheus and Eurydice. Romeo and Juliet. Tristan and Isolde,” he listed. “They all die tragically at the end, or they may as well when they lose the love of their life. Sentient beings can’t experience love and obsession so complete without tragedy and loss. When you love someone, heartbreak is inevitable.” Lily didn’t subscribe to that idea. She believed in romance, in happily ever afters. She might not have experienced her own yet, but she had to believe there was a happily ever after somewhere out there, waiting for her. Otherwise, Anthony

I replied, reminiscing the situation that pushed me into ending the story that way. “If I were Troy… I wouldn't let Serenity die,” he stated, firmly. “Isn't that a cliché? I prince charming saving his true love?” I asked, teasing him a bit. “Aren't all romances like that? The Romeo and Juliet pattern, lovers sacrificing their lives for the sake of their love… Isn't it the same with Serenity's dying for Troy?” he smirked. “You are right. It is a used thread,” I chuckled and claimed seriously, “In real life… I wouldn't want anyone to sacrifice his life for me…”

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

“They had a massive fight. She broke up with him. And he wouldn’t leave. Just sat there, in the rain, soaking wet, even as lightning struck nearby.” I scoff, shaking my head. “That’s not love, my darlings. That’s suicide.” Zalie rolls her eyes. “It’s called romantic devotion. Romeo romantic.” “No,” I retort firmly. “It’s called madness. Nobody should be willing to lose themselves in the name of love. What’s the point? He dies, and you move on. Or you die, and he moves on. Does he really expect you to dedicate your life to his grave? Never.”

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

Then he kissed his wife, who answered with a sweet smile and came out like a knight of the Holy Order at the door of the salon, from darkness to light, from sadness to joy, like a true nobleman full of parental love to his scent, the heir to the titles parents, a knight, strong in his father's court or among the great ladies who were ashamed of the brilliance of this demigod, but a vulnerable spider on the field of honor, crushed in his great duels by the great trumpets of the show, amazed by the swords that fluttering in flashes and a baltag like a mad cyclops hitting his chest, so well ends a volume of romantic stories in blood and death, but only now reveal the actors and the beautiful ar