Romantic Tragedy Novels & Stories

"Sapphire, Sean and your love Brett. Who is going to help you now? Who is going to come rescue from me? I'm going to ruin you for any other guy and you're jut going to be helpless. You will do nothing more than just sob in my arms and regret about how you didn't go against me." Endless tears flowed down my cheek. Sobs were escaping my lips and I just gave up. There was no way I could win against him. He is too strong for me and there is no one for help. He's going to prove his words. He's going to ruin me for every other guy and I'm defenseless right now. I'm just going to let him ruin. He pulled my pants down, and my eyes widened. But before he could proceed any further, he was harshly yank

“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

It sounds so surreal just thinking about it, and it makes me realise that she is my home. But the third time… The third, is strong, passionately real, and everlasting. The kind of love that will have me on my knees. The kind of love that can make my heart bleed and my body tremble with submission. The kind of love I want with my Farfalla. My poison Ivy. It's the kind of love I never knew I was capable of offering. “You are young, why do you feel the need to end your life for a man who is already dead? This is no Romeo and Juliet saga. It wasn't even romantic because they both died in the end.” I shake my head with a slight roll of my eyes.

User_RomanceReader: "I want a man who goes mute with love. Where do I find a Cale?" "They think it's romantic," Elion said, reading the screen with a growing sense of horror. "They think he's mute because of... love?" "They think he's 'Traumatized by Devotion'," Mira corrected. "We spun the narrative. The bridge accident. The shock. The silence. It plays into the 'Tragic Hero' archetype perfectly. Engagement is up 400%." She turned to Cale. "You, my friend, are the internet's new boyfriend. You are the strong, silent type. Literally."

Ralph replied with a happy look. At night Ethan was sleeping, sweating, he was having a bad dream. "Ahhhh" he woke up, panting. Mr and Mrs.Welsh were on the bed kissing, they both heard Ethan's voice, rushed to his room, "honey, what is wrong?" Mrs.Welsh asked, "I saw the both of you dying in my dream" Ethan replied while still sweating, "go to sleep son" Mr.Welsh requested, Ethan went to sleep. Mr and Mrs.Welsh both kiss Ethan on his forehead, watching Ethan sleeping. Both went back to their room. Mrs.Welsh who was thinking about what Ethan told them. Told her husband that she would like to say something tomorrow morning.

Every muscle tightened, and I pulled her closer as I awaited his reaction. A gasp left him as he stared at her with emotions that tore at me. Emotions of surprise and joy, which were the reason I never wanted them to meet. Because as much as I wanted her, as much as I needed her with every breath, we were doomed. Like Romeo and his Juliet, we were a tragedy. A semi headed straight for a collision with a slab of concrete. There was only decimation in our future. He held out his hand. “Lila, it’s a true pleasure to meet you.”

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The problem was that she knew the story, and one day, pregnant, excusing herself from being nervous, she attacked and killed my destined companion. I think it was the gods who punished her because it's not like one of us would die in childbirth, but she died screaming words of hate towards the child that came out of her. Orpheus wasn't very lucky. Everyone knows his fame and benefits, but he wasn't like that when he was little. He was a child like the others but unhappy and needy because his only living father ignored and neglected him. He grew up and became bitterly cruel. I now know that I never loved him. Lysander's loss left me empty. But when I took a new queen, even though I didn't lov

“That is it. At this stage he will easily fall and even notice you. Anthony is a bad boy. The one who doesn’t do much an women want him. You need to try to do something to seduce him and--” “Stop,” I said, my hand raised. “Stop, Raina. I…I don’t want to force it. If it is fate that Anthony will fall for me through this marriage, he will. I don’t want to appear desperate, especially to myself. Raina, I appreciate your help but I’m fine this way.”