Sad Romantic Novels & Stories

Damien continued, his tone softening, “We are fated. Soulmates. We have always been meant for each other. We are too destroyed, too toxic for anyone else.” Ronan let those words settle. After a moment, he asked as his voice low, “What is it like? Being in love with someone you can’t be with?” Damien’s smile turned sombre while his eyes were reflecting a lifetime of pain. “It’s like… you can’t breathe, even when there is all the oxygen in the world around you. Like you are suffocating in a room full of people you love because the only one you want isn’t there. It’s like everything is dead. You are dead, but you can’t bring yourself to cut the thread of life that’s left.”

Damien took a slow breath then he continued. “Somewhere along the way, I forgot how lucky I was…..I forgot that loving someone is a privilege and losing you proves that to me”. His eyes met hers. Sophia felt hurt in the best possible way because every word sounded real,it wasn't rehearsal, not perfect but genuine. Damien slowly reached into his pocket and Sophia immediately covered her face. “Ooh my goodness!”. “ You are supposed to let me do this”. He laughed softly. “ This is horrifying”. “It's romantic". He said.

His eyes were glossy now, red-rimmed with unshed tears. "If I can’t have her, no one will," he whispered. "I swear to God, Kim… I’ll end it all. Right here. Right now." Damien spoke calmly. "Don’t be stupid, Roland." "I’m not being stupid! I’m in pain! I’m in hell!" "So your solution is murder-suicide? That’s your grand redemption arc?" "You don’t understand! You’ve never loved anyone but yourself!" "You’re right," Damien said, pulling me closer behind him, his body tense. "But maybe I’m learning now. Maybe she’s changing that."

The office whispers about Cassandra’s heartbreak suddenly gained a new, chilling dimension. “Damian is a man who can be incredibly charming, incredibly engaging, when he needs something, when he’s focused on a problem,” Ms. Romero explained, her voice tinged with a subtle sadness. “He draws people in. He makes them feel valued, seen. Because for a brief period, they are part of his solution. But once the problem is solved, once the immediate need is met… he retreats. He goes back into his world of logic and data. He doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, Isabelle. He’s just… emotionally unavailable. He doesn’t see people in the same way he sees data points.”

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.”

We’d seen all the big tearjerkers… A Walk to Remember, The Notebook, Marley & Me… two nights ago we even got sucked into a K-drama, When Life Gives You Tangerines. So, I was confident. I wasn’t going to cry in front of him… Nah. I didn’t want to give him anything to tease me about. “Nope,” I said, trying to make my voice sound steady, confident. “I’ve seen a lot of romantic sad movies… I don’t cry.” He tilted his head, his gaze locking onto mine. That smirk tugged at his lips, faint but deliberate. “Hmm… tough. I like it,” he said softly.

Just when I thought I could be happy and free, why? "Well life is shitty, to be honest, sometimes those best happy moments may turn out to be what will later torment us, and those happy people we loved may turn out to be our everlasting sadness. And that's what Roberto is, he was your happiness and also your sadness. He doesn't deserve you at all." He lifted my chin and wiped my tears with his palm. "Stop ruining your pretty face with tears, it makes me sad." "Damien?" I raised my face to meet his eyes.

"I wanted you to see that Amara isn’t right for you. I’ve loved you for years. I did it because I love you." Ryder laughed bitterly, his eyes filled with contempt. "Love?" he echoed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You don’t know the meaning of the word. What you did wasn’t love—it was toxic, manipulative, and cruel. You destroyed the only thing that mattered to me." He turned then, his gaze finally landing on me. My breath caught as our eyes met. His expression softened, his anger momentarily replaced by guilt and sorrow. "Amara..." he said my name like it was both a plea and an apology.

I asked. “I know he was wrong in rejecting you first but he's killing himself as a punishment for that. Slowly and painfully!” he exclaimed, sorrow evident in his eyes. “I know he deserves the pain he's been going through but Sya, I know you've loved him during your time together. I know you have. Please, I beg of you, save my best friend from dying. His life is in your hands. He's given himself to you. You are his love. His “Rejected Love”.” He turned his head sideways to compose himself before getting inside his car to leave.

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”