Sad Poetry Books Novels & Stories

Her handwriting was neater than I expected. "Bentley, I was the only one who wronged your brother. Don’t hate me." That evening, I bought myself a bouquet of sunflowers. As I walked back to my apartment, the sound of an accordion drifted through the alley. This time, I didn’t quicken my pace.

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

I giggled and sank into the tidal wave of his love. The night stretched long, and so would our happiness. Not long after, I became pregnant. When Caleb and I visited our new villa, we saw Thomas and Juliet tending flowers in the park. Their old clothes were streaked with dirt. Adrian was nearby, drunk in broad daylight, with a crying baby beside him. Under the scorching sun, their former pride had long since vanished. Seeing me, they hastily pulled on their masks and hurried away with Adrian. Their aging figures were the very picture of desolation.

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

I knew you didn't do anything wrong, but I still got you tangled up in this mess. Before I could finish reading the text, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, and my phone slipped from my limp fingers, crashing to the ground. I crouched down, cradling my head in my arms, as tears of utter hopelessness streamed down my face. My world used to be a place of endless gray. Loving Thomas was like a beacon in the darkness, my second faith. All of a sudden, they were telling me... It was all a lie... All those moments of misguided love, the feelings I poured out, the pain I went through… It was all one big, cruel joke.

I couldn't help but tear up. The room was filled with traces of our life together. Yet Vernon had booked a hotel room and slept with another woman for the night. Looking at the cake made me disgusted. All I wanted to do was throw up. I sat on the couch for a long time and lost track of time. Suddenly, the apartment door opened.

Gold trimmed thick vintage novel snapped to shut. Zaden slipped them back into a line of other, unreadable novels. They have been rampaging Selena’s mother, Daisy’s possession. Selena herself crawled under the bed, going through some boxes stored there. Piles of books, articles and her vintage dresses pile up on the cream bedsheet. A sneeze smacked a dose of the reality of how much dust has hidden beneath these things. Selena slipped out and sat on the floor, rubbing her nose and crossed legs in frustration. Her hair messed up and she swept it away from her face. Aaron’s oversized hoodie, ¾ leggings, and a white converse shoe had never looked more attractive before.

To outsiders, it seemed like Arya didn’t know the woman. When Arya said this, Sandy’s body froze and another round of tears streamed from her eyes. “Arya, please! I’m sorry but it’s about Jace! They- they took him and there was blood and… and- Arya please!” Sandy got on her knees and begged once more, her voice cracking up and her face drenched in tears. How pitiful. Some say the most painful thing emotionally is losing a child. Arya could believe it seeing the once proud and rude woman kneeling in front of her, pleading for her to save her son’s life.

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.