Sad Short Stories Novels & Stories

How could the two people I trusted most, outside of my family, destroy my life so easily? Anonymous Pov One Week Later It was a week before the conference in St. Louis and Sade was struggling through another bout of depression. She had been seeing her therapist, Trish, but despite the sessions, she still hadn't fully settled with Isla’s so-called apology. Marco's relentless harassment only made things worse, threatening her boyfriend, warning her about having their kids around him and sending menacing messages. Sade couldn't comprehend his rage when he had been the one to cheat on her with her best friend for six months, and she hadn't even reacted with such fury.

Chapter 7 Steph’s pov “God he really did it Jordan he just ended everything right there in the hallway like I was nothing” I choked out the words as soon as the door shut behind Adrian and his asshole friend. My legs gave out and I sank back against Jordan’s chest right there in the middle of the loft, my robe slipping open again exposing my still flushed tits and the mess of our cum drying on my thighs. Tears started pouring down my face, hot and ugly my whole body shaking from the crash after the fight and the sex.

I cry out, body tensing as he inches forward, the stretch burning, but then pleasure blooms, dark and filthy, as they both fill me. They move together, one in as the other out, a rhythm that has me sobbing openly, overwhelmed by the raw, pounding heat. My step daddy's mouth latches onto my neck, sucking marks into my skin, while his friend bites my shoulder, hands bruising my hips. 'That's it, cry for us,' my step daddy whispers, thrusting up harder. 'We know you need this.' The words hit deep, unlocking something emotional, the loneliness cracking open as pleasure rips through me. I come again, harder, vision blurring with tears, my pussy and ass clenching around them in spasms.

My eyes stared at his face then to the monitor Memories flooded my mind.. our first date, our wedding. All the laughter, the fights, the quiet nights. All leading to this moment. I felt numb, like I was floating above the scene. Zora's voice was muffled, as if she was calling from far away. I couldn't process the words, couldn't move. My world had just shattered, and I was stuck in the wreckage. The pain would come later, but for now, I was frozen, trapped in this moment of loss.

Charlotte point of view Do I give two fucks ?? “I’m done with you, Charlotte. You fuck like a toad.” That was the first message I woke up to see from my boyfriend, Sean. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. I mean, we all hallucinate when we wake up, right? Not until I took a shower and still saw the message hanging right there on my phone. Tears drizzled down my face, and I couldn't stop crying as I put on my shirt. Really, that was his reason for a breakup, after everything?

People became monsters when they let themselves ruled by their negative emotions and selfish desires. Serra sobbed her heart out to the wind. Are you even alive if you are already dead inside? Do you even want to live if you are alone and no one in the world wants you? She looked down and imagine herself falling, head first and her neck cracked to a satisfying sound of bones breaking like twigs. All this would end. Her struggle would end. But will it end the pain? Or it will still hunt her even in death.

From Audrey: Last night was amazing, you weren't your usual self ❤️ After reading the message, she didn't know why Sadie felt tight in her heart, but she didn't know why she was like that, she immediately put Hunter's phone on the table before going into her room and crying by the window. “Sadie, what happened to you? Why are you crying? What are you crying about?” Sadie said and wiped the tears from her cheeks. ** Hunter woke up from his sleep, he felt very dizzy and slowly sat down on the couch before realizing that the place was clean, he remembered how messy the living room was with beer cans scattered on the table and floor. “Here, I made some soup for you, eat it first,” Sadie said, he

But I think you might. Yours truly trying to make sense of all this, Scott Dearest Sarah, Did you see on the news today? Seven people killed in a pointless traffic accident over on Severni Avenue? Seven people. I think maybe people aren’t supposed to hear about as much tragedy as we hear about these days. I mean, how much before the wolf or human psyche just turns off and can’t empathize with pain and death anymore? I can feel myself not wanting to be sad for other people, and I feel ashamed, but just how much am I supposed to wake up and mourn the world before I’m allowed to feel my own life?

Her rosy cheeks are now pale like paper, and her beautiful green eyes are closed. "Sadie, Love." I cried and buried my face in her chest. The sound of her heartbeat is gone, no pulse, nothing at all, only her lifeless body, and it's all my fault. I killed my mate. A sob escaped my lips. I thought I would never cry my lifetime; I thought I was not capable of crying, but now my tears are streaming down my face. I couldn't bear seeing her like this.

His eyes were bristling with anger while he said this because he couldn’t tolerate Caroline’s rude behavior. “You have time to decide till tomorrow! And if your answer is NO then you can tell me RIGHT NOW!” “I never said my answer is NO. I’ll think and tell by tomorrow.” Caroline rushed out of the office with attitude as she yelled at my dad. ***** “What a dumb human! Money cant buy happiness??? Money can buy anything! And if you have money then why do you need happiness anyways. These emotions/feelings are such a waste of time!” Caroline mumbled in anger in her office.