Sad Books Novels & Stories

“He’s mean.” “We don’t like him at all.” “I bet he’s not warm.” “Cold-hearted makes you cold blooded.” “Exactly.” “Well, I’m glad to have you here. Reagan says you’re very nice to Tessa,” I begin. “Such a sweet girl.” “Sad though.” “She comes here to cry a lot.” “But the Guardian will fix that.” “Pack members don’t cry when Guardians are around.”

“Can sense your sadness. What is it?” “I used to have a cat; you know. A black cat who was a soul eater. His name was blue… um, Queen Zoraida ordered it to be killed and it sounds crazy but that day broke me.” My mouth tightened as I frowned at the thought of Mr. Blue. [Flashback] “Come back…” I had trailed those words in tears. “Please come back. I have no one to talk to. They all curse and hate me.” “Please come back.”

Sandra went wild, striking Grayson over and over, her face twisted and frightening. Bobby pushed at Grayson too, his small hands shoving with all his strength as he shouted, "Bad Daddy! You're my daddy! Your house, everything you have—it should all belong to me and Mommy!" Grayson's gaze hardened. "Did you teach him that, Sandra? When did I ever say that everything I have belongs to you?" Sandra stared at him as if the answer were obvious. "You want to be with me, don't you? Once I become your wife, everything you own will belong to me and Bobby."

He started to leave but looked at me one last time before my father followed him out. Jacob’s POV, “I’m sorry sir to be here so late. We just lost track of time.” I said hoping to lessen the blow on Sadie. “Jacob son, my daughter is very special and also very sick in the head.” He started to say. I just looked at him as if he was the one who was sick. He must know of the things his daughter can do. How can they treat her like she is nuts? I said to myself. I never believed in magic and I knew the things Sadie could do was not a trick, but to see her family treat her like this when she had a gift hurt my feelings. “I only warn you because I would hate for you to get too close to her. There is

Sadie pulled back immediately to look at her properly. “You are NOT blaming yourself because some foolish man lacks self-control.” I laughed weakly through tears. Sadie continued ranting angrily. “Men are actually ridiculous. Every single one of them.” Then suddenly— she paused. “…Okay maybe not Adrian Romano.” I blinked through tears. “Sadie.” “What?” “You’re unbelievable.” Sadie shrugged unapologetically. “I’m just saying. At least your scary billionaire likes you properly.” I immediately frowned. “He does not like me.”

boy stomach bleeding he was sad and crying max ask what happen what are you doing her young reply my name is larry I an sad because I am dead because of disease and that not the problem my grandmother and grandfather is alone I know they are crying now I can hear them I am max how can I help you I don't know where should i go so I can help you in anyway possible max if you eat that leaf from tree your soul and my soul can exchange at that time max get his memory. I remember now I have family but I was not happy I always wanted to run away form that hell reality

"You must have been disappointed when you heard his decision earlier." Gabriella shook her head in pity. "No, I'm not disappointed. Just a little sad. And it's not bad sadness, but good sadness." "Is there any good in sadness?" Gabriella lifted the corners of her lips slightly. "Have you ever seen people cry on their wedding day? Do you think they cry because they are sad or happy?" "Aren't they crying because they're too happy?" Gabriella shook her head. "Some people cry because they are sad about having to leave their old status. Some others are sad because their lives will change soon. Or maybe, because they have to be separated from their families."

Sadie felt genuinely happy to have her friends’ companionship. “Your home is so beautiful, Sadie,” Chloe said first. “What about your parents? It seems like you live alone.” “This is my mom’s home… she died,” Sadie said quietly. “And my dad—” She hesitated, wondering if she could talk about how abusive, deadbeat, alcoholic, and gambling-obsessed he had been. Instead, she chose the next best thing: “He… is out of the picture.” “I’m sorry,” Chloe said softly.

Sadie did not refute Natalie, seemingly acknowledging her words. She dipped her brush into the palette to mix her colors. "Please just leave. I won't help you. Don't come back again." If her relationship with Sienna were purely transactional, it'd be easy to get her on Natalie's side. But it wasn't. Sienna had leverage over Sadie simply because Sienna had helped her once. Sadie was born lame. Shortly after her birth, her parents had died in a car accident together, and Sadie was raised by her grandfather. When she was ten years old, her grandfather married Priscilla, only to die a few years later due to cancer.

“Voluntarily? Babe, that’s not groveling. That’s a pilgrimage. You just turned the battlefield legend into a sex slave.” I buried my face in my hands with a groan, but she wouldn’t let up. Sadie pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, still giddy. “You know what’s left now, right?” I made the mistake of looking at her. “Ride him,” she said, full of wicked glee, “Ride him so bad until his dick falls off.” “Sadie!” I choked, scandalized beyond repair. “How could you say that?!”