Sad Love Novels & Stories

“I can’t let him go. But you must know, the person I truly love is you. Come back with me.” I scoffed. “Can’t let him go? So you used your ex as an excuse to betray me. Tell me, what right do you have to ask for forgiveness?” She persisted. “That night I was drunk—it was an accident. Michael and I are not together. “From the moment you disappeared, I realized I already loved you. Give me another chance, Noah. Let’s start over.” Madeline coughed. “Such a self-righteous, spoiled woman. I really thought you cared for him deeply.”

Brad pleaded and tears formed in her eyes. "I can't, I'm so weak, heartbroken, bittered and so sad. This is just too much for me to bear, Brad. Why us? Why our friends? Why Drake of all people? He was so kind, sweet, loving, jovial, caring, hard-working, and the list goes on. He was too good to have left the world so soon. Why would anyone take such a cool-headed guy away from the Earth without even letting him enjoy the fruit of his labour, why Brad?" Nicole sobs and Brad was at the brim of tears as he watches his girlfriend weep.

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

Chapter 1 Prologue "Eat me tonight, baby" Theola moaned when she was creased in with pleasure from every side. Rolf kissed every part of her body with the utmost desire to eat her whole. He did this till he got down and fondled her mini stick. She let out a louder moan. He continued to do so until she begged him not to cease. He then rose to her ovals and fondled them masterfully. Theola was all in need of him at that moment. "I want to feel you inside, Rolf". He then plugged in his huge rod and they both rode at a steady pace. She held his hand to her neck.

A single tear escaped Miranda's eyes as she avoided eye contact. "My father never loved me, you know. For him I was an abomination." Sadie gulped hard. She could feel her sorrow, she herself had tried to get his father's attention for years, but at last all she she got was hate. She could somehow relate herself to her situation. "I was told that my mother had picked me up from under the bridge," Miranda chuckled. "I still wished she would had left me there." Sadie's heart squeezed. "For a time, a really short time, I thought maybe I could find love in Silvio. You know, die for each other kind." Miranda sighed before wiping a lone tear, she looked up and Sadie froze.

I hated the tears on her face; I hated the sadness in her eyes; I hated the pain in her heart. “Please don’t cry,” I rasp, and she shuts her eyes, then proceeds to cry even more. A sigh leaves my lips, and I say, “Saul will come around okay? I promise you that. It is just painful to lose a mate; it doesn't matter how long you have known them or how much you care about them. They are an extension of us, and we are bound by a special bond designed by the moon goddess herself. Saul severed that bond with his own hands. So the pain he is going through... it is going to eat him up, but I assure you that he is going to get better.” For a moment, she stops her crying and meets my eyes. “Are you bet

The floodgates of grief opened, and he wept, his sorrow echoing through the room. I offered whispered words of comfort, my voice breaking as tears mingled with my words. "I'm so sorry, Levi. I can't begin to fathom the depth of your pain. But know that you're not alone. I'm here for you, always." Levi took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper as he found the strength to speak. "You know the saddest part about this?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for understanding, longing for a response before he continued.

– he pointed at me– “and for what? What did he give you that I didn’t?” Sadie was rolling on the floor now. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It was all his idea. I love you, Tristan. I never stopped loving you. I choose you!” “You’re sorry,” Tristan muttered. “That’s great. But it’s too late for that now. You destroyed us.” Sadie’s sobs intensified. “Tristan, please, we can fix us. I’m a victim too. This is what he wants! He wants to ruin us. We can’t let him win, Tristan!”

With each passing moment, the weight of his grief grows heavier, threatening to pull him under the turbulent waves of sorrow. And so, drenched in the rain, his gaze fixed on the gravestone that bears her name, Kalix allows himself to be consumed by the memories of Audrey – a love that once burned bright, now reduced to mere embers in the stormy night. The tears that fall from his eyes are a testament to the depth of his sorrow, a silent tribute to a love that will forever remain etched in his heart.

His voice trembled as he choked out, “Hazel, I replanted the Scottish ones you loved. I fixed the toy you gave me and even found the note you left. Alisa lost the baby, and I got a vasectomy. I remembered what I promised you. Can we not go through with this? Please…” I smiled at him and shook my head. Sam’s breath caught. His voice broke as he begged, “Hazel, it was a mistake any man could make. I swear, I’ll never do it again. Why can’t you forgive me? That day at the studio, I didn’t know you could see again…” The wind picked up, making me tuck my hair behind my ear. I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “My vision didn’t come back that day, Sam. It came back earlier.”