Sad Poem Book Novels & Stories

I held on to the railings and looked up to the sky. “I’m missing you again,” I said and let myself cry the agony I’m feeling. I sat on the floor, still weeping about the sadness I'm constantly feeling. “Why does it have to be you!” I shouted while crying. Do I need to be like this every night? Do I have to bring this feeling every single day? When will this stop? I’m too tired to survive. I feel like I can’t do this anymore. A cold wind brushed in my skin. Hugging my sorrows. Washing my agony. Slowly changing them into bravery.

5 years ago, I was blessed to open a publishing house as well. E.H. Publishing has had success with multiple top-selling books, and awards. I am grateful for my success, and the benefits packages that accompany it but, were I being honest with myself, I feel empty. It has been several decades since I felt a woman embrace. I have tried, I have tried to move on but, soon all becomes dust in the wind and I have yet to find someone who touches my soul just as my sweet Eliza did. I will never again be able to see her, feel her again.

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I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

The pain was excruciating. Her marriage was nothing but a colossal joke. "And before her, what about the others? The secretary, the assistant, the movie star." Elaine's smile was tinged with sadness as she spoke in a raspy whisper, eerily composed. "Jasper, you're so vile. "I must have been blind. "You're beyond vile." Each word was dripped with revulsion. The hatred in Elaine's eyes pierced Jasper to the core, hitting a raw nerve and stripping away his composure.

Ryan walked brought an already lit candle, he placed it on his books and said “I’m sorry mother that I used your spells for evil and that evil cursed me, my life, my dreams, everything… I just want to say I’m sorry and I’m burning these items to make sure no one ever gets his hands on it again. I wouldn’t even allow innocent lives to get hurt again. I’m going to rest eternally, hope to see you when I get there” Jaden walked to the backyard, I guess the burning smoke of that ancient ink brought him here. We stood behind him while he waited for the books to turn to ashes. It turned to ashes

I awkwardly request, watching Embry move to stand beside Osric with a large book in his hands as they both smile at me. “You’re craving us in every way even our wolf side. You only have to ask; we want you comfortable. You’re carrying our pups,” Osric soothes gently, looking down at the book Embry holds out for me. “I remember seeing Poe in your room in California,” Embry answers, handing me a beautiful dark brown leather-bound collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories and poems. “I love his stories and poems; my favorite is A Dream,” I mention, before gently paging through the book to find it. While reciting the poem from the book, I look up to see Embry and Osric both chuckling at m.

****** THE HAND OF DEATH: Kaidën I was only six years old when my world began to crumble. It felt like any other day, filled with the innocent joys of childhood—playful laughter, bright colors, and the promise of adventure. But that day, everything changed, swallowed by an overwhelming fear that crept into my heart like a dark shadow. My father, in his misguided attempt to make me into the man he wanted, brought home the giant dogs.

“I’m without shoes too, my love.” As they approached the sandy part of the island, Calista’s breath caught in her throat. Before them lay a breathtaking setup. The beach, normally serene and untouched, had been transformed into a dreamscape. Strings of fairy lights hung between the palm trees, casting a golden glow over the scene. Lanterns floated in the air like stars, illuminating the sand and sea in a soft, romantic light.

Seven months later, I gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl. On their first birthday, I saw Harrison on the news. He had tried to sneak back into the country illegally, only for the plane to crash into the bay. I didn't attend his funeral. Instead, I quietly sent a single rose. That moment marked the last goodbye between us.