Novel & Cerita Sad Stories About Love

“Well, you know me. I love you, Miranda. Promise me you will never leave me, ever. Whatever happens, you will always be by my side. We guys may appear tough, but trust me, when it comes to love, we are all emotional fools.” “I love you too, Eric. I promise I will never leave you. I don’t think I would be able to handle living without you again.”

The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks after he had told yet another woman that he would never be their love story, that they should find some other fool to be a meal ticket to fame and fortune. I had felt smug at first. Knowing Kain was turning them away. Then that feeling turned into jealousy whenever he would flirt and kiss someone in front of me. Not to mention those late-night parties of his. These emotions were unknown to me at first. Then slowly, I understood. There was absolutely no way I could ever confess. Never. Kain would abandon me in a heartbeat. He keeps no one who confesses their feelings around for any period of time. The moment you fall in love with him, it is over. No

Reo had watched the hot scene between Jack and Mitha through the laptop screen display. He did not think that Jack actually realized what he said. "Why are you doing this to me, Jack?" Tears flooded Reo's face again. Then the laptop was thrown against the wall of the room when Reo threw it hard. The man was wailing, he was sad, disappointed, and everything seemed mixed up. His gay girlfriend turns out to be having an affair with the opposite sex behind his back. Yes, yes, even though it's only the opposite sex but Reo's heart still hurts!

It would be impossible to say that there were no emotions, but that once deep affection died with her departure. War is the cruelest thing. Despite being a talented general, Lanza Sagradam could not change the fate of this empire. The empire perished, and he and a few others, fortunately, returned from the battlefield. When he returned home, he found only an unhappy scene. The old house where he spent his childhood and happy teenage years is now a pile of rubble. The king's empire perished, the king's throne was overthrown, and his father and mother committed suicide to show their loyalty to the king. All the servants fled, except for the one closest to him. "Father, mother, I'm late." He kn

Then she left, her heels clicking harshly on the tiled floor. “You know,” Melinda hovered over her, “I have always pitied you, wondered why Sarah treated you so harshly. Only for you to stab me in the back this way. I hope you rot in hell.” She cursed before following Sarah. Katelyn’s knees couldn’t hold her up anymore. She collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably like she was in mourning. This was it. This was the end of her story with Damon. One that ended before it even began.

Stephie spat with slight nonsense. "You have quite the vivid imagination." Carter chuckled in amusement. "Doesn't hurt to be extra vigilant." Stephie refused to relent. "Fair enough." Carter hummed, and a silence fell on the table. Stephie blinked and stared at Carter, and he too did the same. "Sooo, the catch?" Stephie hinted after an awkward second had elapsed. Carter intertwined his fingers again and sighed, "as you know, my wife passed recently." At the mention of Carter's dead wife, Stephie's resolution softened just mildly.

Disappointment. That bitter taste of betrayal I should have been immune to by now. And the worst part? The ache inside me was proof of my own stupidity. For even a moment, I’d let myself believe I might’ve been in love with her. Love. The word itself was poison. The truth was simpler. Cleaner. I should never have let myself feel anything for Sadie. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be standing here, bleeding from the inside out while the elevator carried me higher.

But as the meal continued, the walls began to lower. Don Grego told a story about his youth—of the girl he nearly lost and the long road back. Amanda shared a moment of grief from when Norwan's father passed, how it had hardened her and narrowed her view of what “strong” looked like in a partner for her son. Natalie talked about the night she first knew she was in love with Norwan—how it had terrified her because she already felt like she didn’t fit into his world. Norwan listened to it all, hand never leaving hers beneath the table. He added his own stories, his own failures, his own slow awakening to what love actually meant.

A single tear escaped Miranda's eyes as she avoided eye contact. "My father never loved me, you know. For him I was an abomination." Sadie gulped hard. She could feel her sorrow, she herself had tried to get his father's attention for years, but at last all she she got was hate. She could somehow relate herself to her situation. "I was told that my mother had picked me up from under the bridge," Miranda chuckled. "I still wished she would had left me there." Sadie's heart squeezed. "For a time, a really short time, I thought maybe I could find love in Silvio. You know, die for each other kind." Miranda sighed before wiping a lone tear, she looked up and Sadie froze.

The sixth week came, and she echoed stories of warriors, star cross lovers, betrayal, vengeance, family, friendship, and tragedy. Eric, however, did not like her stories about tragic love. The way she read it to Tabitha made it sound too heartbroken. One of them was about a male lead who was dumb to let his lover go because he thought the other female was his true love. Than to find out that his lover died protecting him, while his true love ran away with another man. His lover cursed them too never them to never be together. So, every lifetime they were met, they would both go their separate ways. It irritated him that such man in the world exist. He didn't like such annoying stories. "Fair