Sad Romantic Novels & Stories

One of the other guys noted his mood, and murmured, "Why so quiet, Joseph? Don't tell me you actually felt something for Stacy?" Joseph paused, his grip on the cup wavering slightly. He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words somehow refused to be spoken aloud. Stacy Rivers? No way! The one he loved was Charlotte Lane. He'd fallen for her in high school. Stacy was nothing more than an idle plaything that he'd used for practice. But then, why did getting dumped by her throw his heart into such turmoil? Why did her departure from his life leave him with such a terrible sensation of loss?

"Lucy—" Sadie, however, continued her tirade. "I'm doing this for your own good! Why can't you understand that? Why are you so fixated on Rita? She must've put a spell on you or something! She's only pretending to be nice for the sake of getting closer to you! You were supposed to be a cautious man, but you still ended up falling for her trap! Can't you see the truth? What do you even see in her?" Sadie remained immersed in her self-righteous feelings of love. In her eyes, Sherman was a pitiful man blinded by love, and the object of his affection was none other than that wretched Rita.

And somewhere across the city, Ryan is driving home alone, crying, knowing that his pathetic little cock will never satisfy me the way his brother just did. Karma, I think as Damien sinks inch after inch into my ass, is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

The ash drifted upward, scattering like ghosts in the dim light. He thought he could replace me in Sadie’s life. He thought her love could be earned through time and patience. But he didn’t understand one thing—Sadie’s heart didn’t belong to him. It never would. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, her voice echoed in my mind—soft, trembling. “You always ruin me, Damon.” Maybe I did. Maybe I ruined everything I touched. But I would burn the world down before I let anyone lay a hand on her or our son.

Rodri’sPov Regret,yes that's the right word to use for what I'm feeling, I slowly sit on the couch, watching the door blankly, it seems the clock has stopped ticking the moment Damian's walked away. “Hey, are you okay”? Neymar's voice jerks me fully conscious. I have almost forgotten about him. That's what Damian does to me, he affects me so much, but how's he being that rebellious son of his father gonna change the fact that I want to hate him so hard that it hurts.

“That’s not romantic, Damien. That’s terrifying.” He stepped closer, careful but unyielding. “I don’t mean to scare you. But I won’t apologize for wanting you. For fighting for you. You can hate me for it, you can scream at me, but you’ll never be able to say I didn’t make you feel something.” Her throat closed. Damn him. Damn his words. Because the truth was, she did feel something. Too much. Damien’s voice softened, breaking through the storm. “The person I lost… I couldn’t fight for them. They slipped away before I had the chance. And I swore I’d never make that mistake again. Not when I found someone worth it.”

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

“Fine.” “Then, I promise not to have sex with you again,” he said. Inwardly, he knew that was a lie. Diane was like an addictive drug that took over his senses and cloud all sense of reasoning. “My turn,” he said, shaking his head to shrug off his thoughts. “What are your best genres of movies?” “Romance.” “Really?” “Yeah. I mean, my romantic life is non-existent. So, why not enjoy another person’s own.”

Grayson snapped back . " Yeah i like her actually i love her i am madly in love with her . " said Damon his eyes were now turning red and he was about to cry . " Why are you doing this then ." asked Grayson . " Because she can't be mine , i know i can't get her and if she stays near me , my feelings for her will drive me crazy . So the only solution is that she has to hate me ." said Damon tears started following through his eys with every single word he said .