Sad Love Stories Novels & Stories

I CAN'T HEAR YOUR HEARTBEAT, THE PAIN IS SO GREAT THAT I CAN'T CRY I WOULD LIKE TO CRY BUT I CAN'T CRY ANYMORE I LOVED HIM SO MUCH AND HE LEFT NEVER TO RETURN. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zxnfmFsqPo ) END.

Infelicitous love story. ***************

Ann thought it would make no sense to tell her another lie, "my girl, I am sorry I have to tell you this. I have been barren and sad all my life. It was only after I picked you up from the well, during the first battle between the werewolves and the witches, I found joy. I wondered why a mother would do that to her daughter". Avice could not fight back her tears. "so, you are not my mum? I was left to die in the well when you saved me. That explains why my life is so miserable." She wept. Ann went to console her. "But, how could you have kept this from me for so long?" She replied tearfully, "you were too small to bear the truth, now that you are a bit grown up, I felt there was no reason to

I've read a story about the Taj Mahal once; Taj Mahal, the magnificent monument that stands at the heart of India has a story that has been melting the hearts of millions of listeners since the time Taj has been visible. A story, that although ended back in 1631, continues to live on in the form of Taj and is considered a living example of eternal love. It's the love story of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal, two people from the course of history who set an example for the people living in present and the future to come.

His laptop screen had gone black, the forgotten photo still on the table like a wound left open. After a long time, Gabe moved. Slow steps. He crossed the room and stopped outside the bedroom. His forehead pressed against the cool wood of the door, eyes closing. He didn’t knock. Didn’t try to push it open. He just whispered the words he should have said months ago, words too late to heal but too heavy to swallow. “I’m sorry,” his voice cracked, low and breaking. “I didn’t lie because I didn’t love you. I lied because I did.”

I recoiled from her implication. Her mate grimaced, an unhappy growl tricking out between clenched teeth. “That’s a load of hot, stinky crap. I am very sorry my troubled love with a vampire, failed engagement, and wasted mate bond sucked big, hairy balls. That’s my story. It’s stupid.” I pouted before wrangling my trainwreck of emotions. “Don’t let my mess scare you. The story of Irina and Solar is exactly how it should be, beautiful and true. You’re both so damn cute it makes me want to vomit.”

“No Sade’s, I don’t plan on taking another mate, a mistress, girlfriend, or any one night stands. I am doing this so she can be happy, not so that I can inflict the same pain that I will receive.” “Ash, you can’t do that. You know what will happen! If Janus doesn’t go crazy, knowing someone else is touching his mate, you could end up dying from the pain if she...” “That is a risk I am willing to take Sadie. I need her to be happy. Thanks for your help, I know that I can always count on you!” “I do not condone this Ashton, but I will do as you have asked.” “Thanks, Sade’s, night” And with that she hung up. She never just hangs up, so she’s pissed!

Every sob was laced with frustration, grief, and a yearning that had been dormant, igniting a fierce longing for a future she had long since given up on. And before she could stop herself, the sobs tore through her, raw and uncontainable. She was overwhelmed, caught in the maelstrom of her feelings—anger at the years they had wasted, sorrow for the pain they had endured separately, and an aching hope for what might still be possible. Each sob felt like a cathartic release, as if she were shedding layers of hurt that had been intertwined with her heart. In that moment, she was reminded that love, while beautiful, could also be deeply painful. And as she sat there, tears streaming down her che

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

I leaned on the sink, watching myself in the mirror. “No, no don't cry,” I whispered when I felt tears well up in my eyes. “You can't cry,” “Crying for two guys within one year is insane. That's a low for you, Sophia Adams,” I took in a sharp breath, squeezing my eyes shut. After a while, I opened them back and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I refrained from calling myself pathetic and naive. It wasn't my fault that some guy was a cheater and a jerk and that I fell for his tactics twice, huh?