Sad Short Stories Novels & Stories

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

Sloane wakes up to her phone blowing up. The blurry tunnel photo has gone semi-viral on soccer gossip accounts. Sloane jolted awake in her bed as her phone vibrated nonstop on the nightstand. The screen lit up with dozens of notifications. She grabbed it with a sinking feeling in her gut and clicked on the first link. The blurry tunnel photo stared back at her from multiple soccer gossip accounts. Two figures locked in passion, one clearly on her knees. Comments flooded in fast. Some mocked the rivalry, others speculated wildly about secret affairs between coaches. Her stomach twisted with fear. This single image could destroy years of hard work. Sloane sat up quickly, heart racing, and thre

Damon's pov Thursday 6th January 2022 ********************************** Today has been the most stressful day of my life, I'm trying so hard to sell a bar that I've done up to make look modern and trendy but the buyer is insisting on getting the lowest price he can get. I was so close to punching him and breaking his neck but I kept my cool and told him to be in contact with me when he's decided to pay me full price. Little does he know I've got another buyer willing to pay more than asking so I'll be giving him the bar.

he breathed hard, “what’s the verdict?’ Are you calling me to say we should call it quits for real this time? Would this be our last conversation?” And Misha thought she would never be this happy hearing how sad a person was—his voice sounded like that of a person who had learned that an asteroid the size of Russia would slam towards the earth in a few minutes, ending all existence. And worse, the asteroid would land right at his home, destroying all hopes of having a smooth and happy relationship for the two of them. Well, she wasn’t happy that he was profoundly sad; she was happy because Soren was Sad because he thought their story would end right after this conversation.

He never took another mate, dismissed all maids, and lived alone in the empty pack house, often talking to the air. As for Sadie, she went mad in the dungeons and spent her days smashing her head against the walls, screaming that she was the Luna. On one winter night, she died curled up in the moldy straw. Her body was found gnawed by rats. Conan, the once-arrogant pup, grew up to be a silent warrior. On his coming-of-age day, he refused his inheritance, strapped a sword to his neck, and left for the borderlands to atone for his sins.

"Go faster, Daddy. Please me harder. Please me..." -------- Life hasn't been the same for Sadie ever since she lost her father. Turning rebellious and hot-headed overnight, her mother sends her to Juvie, where she stays at for a couple of years until her eighteenth birthday. When she's released, a tall, hot, hardened stranger greets her outside, intent on bringing her home with him.

People seemed to equate lack of money with lack of human feeling. If you're poor you were to be treated like trash. Gary Willoughby was the worse sort of asshole when it came to that offense. I don't think he even knew what me or anyone else in my family looked like for that matter and my mother and father had worked for him for years before dad died.

Sadie hastily shook her head, " I don't. I just wished to make my friends delighted coming here...Please let me go..woo..woo." Sadie quickly rejected being smarter, she didnt want to offend this ghost at all. Gwen laughed, "Oh? Then shall we find what's so lucky about you?" Sadie quickly shook her head terrified, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!! My brain isn't good please don't..don't.." Sadie mumbled with whimpers. Sadie felt a particularly bad feeling, in the next moment, her forehead was sliced by the ghost's nails, Sadie could feel her eyes coated by the dripping blood from the injuries...Sadie shrieked and sobbed like a madman sensing her forehead being sliced for the eighth time.