Sad Romance Books That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

How she trembled at his slightest touch, how her body responded to his kisses as though she was his entirely. How could any of that be fake? How could someone fake all of that? He asked himself again and again, his heart aching with each memory, each gentle look, each laugh they’d shared. Could love truly be a lie this deep? A tear escaped from his eyes, without his knowledge. His heart hurt, it’s so fucking hurt. ............ To be continued Our Rican is suffering a lot.

“IT–IT CAN’T BE!” Rosa began ripping books down. Thick volumes crashed around the feet of the chair. She choked on her sobs, hands trembling as she threw them all, one after another into the flood, crying like a mad woman. Pages fluttered open like gaping mouths whispering secrets she didn’t want to hear. Rosa climbed down and sank onto her knees, dropping herself in between the dark books. “I don’t believe it!” she wailed, hands clawing through the open pages. “I don’t–I don’t believe it!”

“Can you hear yourself? Aurora, you’re talking about ruining your own life just to spite them.” “You don’t understand!” My voice cracked, and the first tear escaped. “I try so hard, and it’s never enough. They don’t love me, Maya. They hate me.” The dam finally broke. I sobbed into her shoulder, the sound of my grief filling the quiet space. Maya didn’t let go; she just rubbed my back and whispered that she loved me, that she cherished me, until my breathing finally leveled out. Hours later, the school day felt like a blur. I sat through my lectures, but the words were just noise. My mind was trapped back in that hallway with my mother, or in the dark study with my father.

My thoughts quickly drift back to the stack of novels, and I reach for my tote bag, pulling out the first book my hand touches. Reading romance novels is not exactly good for my mental health, but I cannot seem to stop myself. They make me laugh, they make me cry, and sometimes they make me wish for something similar in my own life. But deep down, I know that is just a fantasy. I know I cannot have it, not now, maybe not ever.

Author’s Note to the Reader Dear Reader, What you are about to step into is not just a love story. It’s a tangled web of passion, betrayal, secrets, and the quiet ache of discovering the truth behind the people we think we know. Jacqueline’s journey is one many of us know too well, the journey of holding on when we should let go, of chasing stability while craving fire, of mistaking comfort for love. Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life.

Beautiful didn’t even begin to cover it. She moved straight toward Damien without hesitation and threw her arms around him. “Darling,” she breathed against his chest, smiling brightly. My body went completely still. ———————— AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW HI readers, if you’re loving this particular story so far, I want you to comment below or go to the dashboard and comment so more readers can be attracted to read my book and you’ll as well, help this poor author in your own little way. Thank youuuu

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

Slowly we went down on the ground with him still holding me and me in loud sobs while trying to tear away from him and scraping on my skin especially my heart. His tears wet my shoulders as he held me. I lean back crying out loud while still scratching at my skin As if the abide of the goddess above felt my sorrow. The sky turns grey and rain pour on us while I cry there in the arms of my mate. I keep on shouting at her to wake up and come back to life. I keep on begging and begging for her to come back with my fist hitting the soil. Her death is still unacceptable I can't accept that she's gone

It may not be the best in term of editing, but I truly cherish this book and I promise to go back and re-edit both part one and two so it'd make a smoother and more enjoyable read for incoming readers, as well as those who'd be rereading. Thank you for staying, patiently waiting and finally dropping at this destination with me. This is the final drop of Dawn Meek, and Ryder Smith, our very first couple. If you're yet to read my other books, you can check out SIN AND HATRED WITH BENEFITS. They're both completed and I assure you'll love them. If you're into brother's best friend, you can go for SIN and HATRED WITH BENEFITS if you love enemies with benefits, but I'd recommend to read both, haha

I fall to my knees , looking at the damage I have caused to my hands – though I feel extreme pain right now , I know that it is nothing compared to what she feels at the moment. I take a deep breath in , and before I exhale I let my head fall back as I scream in pain , in anger and in helplessness. What kind of person am I , to leave his lover hurting? I begin to cry again , but this time I cry because I hear her screams echoing from the room once more. 7 days later Rosemary’s Pov