Romantic Tragedy Novels & Stories

Questions started flooding his ming again. Why is he even here, and why was he so invested to a human? And to top it all, why wasn't he doing anything despite being conscious about it already. He spaced out the entirety of the scene until Willow came back. The play was about to end. The story was frustrating to begin with, but the ending was more tragic. Willow watched as Romeo found Juliet and thought she was already dead because of a plan that didn't reach him. He took his own life, and when Juliet woke up and saw that her lover was dead, she also killed herself. That was the only time that their families decided to make up.

Plus, my old school had already covered this curriculum months ago. "Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage,

He just proved that he is more than a loser. “No!” The widowed woman kept crying, and we felt sorry seeing her witness her mate’s death. After a moment of a heartbreaking moment from our enemies, we heard Hera speak. “Kill me. Please.” I let out a sigh, and looked at my parents and back to the helpless woman. I know she wants to suffer less and be with the love of her life, whom she would do anything just to please him. Aw, it's so romantic… but a tragic love story. A Romeo and Juliet style.

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 29: Delusional . Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way. Aiden needed him, he told himself. Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight. He would make him happy again, like he always did. He skidded around the corner toward the deeper suburbs where he knew

I smiled happy that my whack sense of humor still annoyed him. “It’s poetic when you think about it. Like Romeo and Juliet or Gone With The Wind.” “How are you almost dying a number of times poetic?” Ash’s face wrinkled, emphasizing the anger in his voice. “Let me explain. Gone With The Wind because we always hurt each other as much as we try not to. And as much as we love each other, we don’t want to admit it.” His brow creased, wonder replacing the anger. “Romeo and Juliet, because our families don’t want us to be together. You are more Juliet in this case.”

the whole of Romanesque was in chaos, the Vampires Killing every with that came their way, taking the humans as slaves, blood sprawled all over the town, the screams of burning witches heard, At another side of Romanesque, a cloaked man walked along the cold streets, which was covered with blood, silence everywhere, the only sound heard were sounds of crickets, and the witches who screamed for help as they burned, he walked into a house, hoping to find someone there. "Estelle.." he called, alerted on seeing the body of Estelle on the floor. "Moreau, I knew you would come for me.." she muttered weakly, forcing a smile, her last wish had finally been fulfilled. "What happened to you?" Moreau a

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.

The sixth week came, and she echoed stories of warriors, star cross lovers, betrayal, vengeance, family, friendship, and tragedy. Eric, however, did not like her stories about tragic love. The way she read it to Tabitha made it sound too heartbroken. One of them was about a male lead who was dumb to let his lover go because he thought the other female was his true love. Than to find out that his lover died protecting him, while his true love ran away with another man. His lover cursed them too never them to never be together. So, every lifetime they were met, they would both go their separate ways. It irritated him that such man in the world exist. He didn't like such annoying stories. "Fair

He was charismatic and knew how to keep a conversation interesting, his devilish tongue has wooed more than one third of the SLake girls population. Nevertheless I suppose my beliefs are the reason I am single and I stand to say I won't settle for less, I didn't wait sixteen years to give myself to a scumbag, if I am ever going to date in high school that guy has to worth me... Read that again. Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Hei