Sad Romance Novels & Stories

Lexie dropped her trophy onto the soft sand, completely unbothered by the historic prize, and threw her arms violently around my neck. "Yes! Yes, a million times yes, Agatha!" she sobbed happily into my skin, pulling me down into a fierce, deeply passionate kiss that tasted of absolute freedom, vindicated sacrifices, and a love that had rewritten every single script to survive. Beneath the canopy of the French stars, with the roaring ocean witnessing our truth, our chaotic journey had finally reached its perfect, eternal masterpiece. The loose ends were beautifully tied, the toxic scripts were burned to ashes, and our real-life fairytale was officially forever.

"I..." Her voice came out hoarse as soon as she started speaking. "If you're still angry about the miscarriage and your leg injury, you can hit me, curse at me, or name any condition you want. I'll accept anything, but don't talk about divorce," Wayne said, looking at her intently. Scarlett sniffled. "I do hate you, and I resent you, but..." But she couldn't control her heart; she had developed feelings for him. She bit her lower lip. "Do you really not care that I've been with another man?"

I walk around her while walking into the living room. "Don't be stupid and hide it from her. She isn't going to care. She is married to Dex. She isn't allowed to care anymore. Kenneth had his chance to swoop in and save her on his white horse. He chickened out and let his best friend and his worst enemy steal his girl. Sad, really." Kenneth snorts as he sits down on the big couch. I look at him while getting comfortable on the recliner. "I'm not in love with Grace." I snort while looking away from him.

It was just a matter of meeting him and being close to him, and just like trash, Leo is now dumped in the can of trash. I want this phase with Damian not to be just a rampage. I want our love to glow and grow until forever. I feel that I have found my Mr right. My one true love. My knight in shining armour. My sole. And I want him to be all that and more! This one, him, I'm never letting go. I will fight all the bitches in the world for him. He is mine. You are all mine, Damian Almenda! I've marked you, and I'm never letting you off the hook, come what may!

Raf added gently, “you’ll crave only my blood. You’re my mate.” He leaned slightly closer, looking directly into her eyes. “That’s why I didn’t feel any real pain. You can drink my blood whenever you want.” Tears gathered instantly in Saraya’s eyes. “I hurt you,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice trembled. Raf sighed quietly. “Honey Bee,” he said in a mock stern tone, “don’t you dare cry.” She blinked. “You’re becoming more and more of a crybaby with every passing day.”

He pushed it back into her palm, as his eyes welled up. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I never would.” Scarlet leaned in and embraced Sage, and he hugged her back. She hugged him tightly, not wanting to let him go, overwhelmed with grief, love, longing. Anger at fate. She couldn’t understand why the world had brought them together only to tear them apart. She clung to him, crying, willing for the universe to change their destiny—and knowing somehow that it would not. As he hugged her back, his muscles rippling, she felt so safe in his arms, and yet so sad, knowing that in just a few weeks, she would never be in those arms again.

But doubt lived in his eyes. "After this is over. After I have her back. I will make it right. I will show her I have changed." I said nothing. Let him build fantasies that would never come true. Because after this Damien would be dead. Maya would be dead. And I would be rewriting history to say they fell together. Tragic lovers destroyed by war. Romantic. Poetic. False. "Get some rest" I said. "Tomorrow is a long day." Damien left. Still muttering about Maya.

"Thank you for not giving up on me. Even when I gave you every reason to." "Thank you for teaching me that some people are worth fighting for. Worth changing for." "We're quite the pair, aren't we? The woman who died twice and the man who built an empire on corpses." He laughed, the sound raw but genuine. "The best romances are built on shared trauma and mutual destruction." "Is that from a book?" "No. I just made it up. Profound, right?" "Deeply disturbing, actually. But I'll take it." We fell asleep on the couch, wrapped around each other, while the city outside continued spinning like nothing had changed.

Oh my God. The thought of me betraying Rai made me cry, and Damian noticed it. “I’m sorry, Baby girl. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done all of that. Please forgive me.” He told me. I knew I loved Rai, but why did I want Damian too? I always hated two-timers. Some of my ex-boyfriends two-timed me, even with my best friends, and it broke my heart. Whenever I was in a relationship, even if I was close to my ex-boyfriends’ friends, I was never attracted to any of them; I only had eyes for my partners. So why couldn’t I resist Damian? What was it about him that could affect me this badly?

' I pursed my lips to refrain from crying. "Mia, I'm sorry if I'm hurting your feelings. I mistakenly believed that there was love between us when there was only infatuation. I thought we were in love because you were the only girl who caught my attention after Sofia. However, now that Sofia has returned, I realised we weren't in love because I still love her. Mia, I don't even want to hurt you; all I want is to be with her once again and finish the unfinished chapter of our love story. What should I do?"