Sad Love Novels & Stories

She wiped at her tears with trembling hands, her sobs echoing in the growing silence. “Oh, brother,” Lotus groaned, exasperated. “She’s one hell of an actress.” I almost laughed at the absurdity, but the anger in me was too strong. “You’re supposed to spend time with me—and our unborn pup,” Sade pleaded, her voice trembling on the edge of hysteria. “Not that wolfless girl. She’ll only embarrass you. She has no sense of taste or etiquette.” “Are you done?” I snapped, the final thread of patience snapping. Sade flinched, recoiling as though I’d struck her. “Because I am.”

body." Carlisia, she became a cry. "It's a great honor that I die for my country!" To inquire it loud. "Did you think of your family in the past 20 years ago I thought you'd better than those who have dismantled in school so I stop the skeptical and selfishness about it! "Shiny Zain in her face, I tried to put his soft descendants. She felt her heartbreak." Everything that has said her peach in her way. Is this what I thought during every years their friendship? Is this he took himself. " That's why you think about the years of our friendship. Ihnd you if. I wish you happiness. I am sorry for the "silly" and to my depression after the death of dad. I am sorry to starve myself, to hurt mysel

Marina Sadness is the chance to learn about yourself and your soul; it's when your heart opens its windows and doors. Now, as tears stream down my face, I realize how much Adam truly meant to me, how much joy his smile brought me, and how much I truly loved him. I'm stranded, crashing while my mind calls his name, but there is no answer; Adam doesn't call my name as I shout his. There is only silence slithering around me as memories of us play on repeat inside my head.

Before I could retreat, they caught me—and burst into laughter. Humiliation burned through me. Annoyed, I stormed inside, slamming the door shut. My back hit the wood as I slid to the floor, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks again. “How long will this hurt last?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clenched my teeth against the pain. After what felt like hours of sobbing, I forced myself up and headed for the shower. Yet, the ache wouldn’t leave me. My dreams of building a life with him—having his children—were officially over.

Then I said sorry and left. With just two dollars left, I went to the pharmacy and then headed home. After getting home, I went to my grandfather's room and picked up his photo, holding it close. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I couldn't live up to what you expected. You said, if you like someone, you should pursue them boldly, without regrets. But, Grandpa, it's exhausting. I give up. Can I go to the other side and keep you company, Grandpa? I’ll take silence as a yes."

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

He broke down finally into a full blown cry. " Iris I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry!. If I was given an opportunity to make it up to you I will do it over and over again. I'm sorry for the days I hit you, I'm sorry for the days I made your beautiful eyes she'd tears, I'm sorry for the times I put marks on your beautiful skin . Even after all the wounds you were still beautiful. You're still beautiful both inside and out. Don't believe anything I ever told you, Don't let anyone make you think less of your self like I did. Iris you're gold and if given the chance to apologise to you for the rest of my life I'll take it, but believe me when I say I don't have much time. But please just pleas

What was done was done. “What’s the point of saying this now?” I wiped the tears from my face, saying coldly and firmly, “The baby is gone, and everything between us has ended with it. Your so-called regret, to me, is nothing more than crocodile tears.” “No–” Isaac snapped his head up, his eyes red. “I do love you. Sadie, I know I was wrong. I know how badly I messed up. I’ll pay any price to make it right. Tell me what you want. Anything, and I’ll give it to you. Just forgive me and come back to me.”

They say the worst kind of heartbreak doesn’t come from someone you hate—it comes from someone you love so deeply, it rips something out of you when they leave. That was Zane Wilde. I should have walked away the moment he looked at me like that—like he already owned me. His name slid off his lips like both a curse and a promise. Zane Wilde. The man women feared and craved in equal measure. He lit a fire in me I never asked for.