Sad Stories Novels & Stories

"By the way, does Sadie not know about what happened to her father?" Cassian asked. Wanda shook her head. "Sadie was only two months old when her father died in a car accident. I've kept it from her all these years and told her that he's just working very far away. After a pause, she apologized, "I'm sorry for what happened earlier." "You're sorry for what?" Cassian asked with feigned cluelessness. Blushing, Wanda muttered, "Well, for Sadie calling you Daddy…"

Safe was a fantasy. Except— Sadie. The thought cut through me before I could strangle it. My chest tightened, and I threw back another swallow, forcing the answer down with the alcohol. It didn’t matter. It was too late. Sadie was gone. I hadn’t tried to stop her. I heard scraps of news from Matthew, nothing solid. Even he said he didn’t know where she went. She’d changed her number, disappeared clean. Of course she had. After everything, what else was there for her here?

This asshole, how does he have this effect on me when he's not even my mate. "I know you want me, Staz." He whispered in my ear while nipping at my ear. What was bad is I did want him. I felt a burn that no matter how much I tried to fight it would never go away. "Please, Emilio, I c-can't" I replied. No matter how much I wanted him I could never give in. Since you're supposed to save yourself for your mate. The legend goes that if you have sex with someone who isn't your mate it will cause your mate immeasurable pain. Before they even know they are mated to you, some wolves didn't care about that and did it anyway. It always lead to immeasurable pain and lack of trust when they would meet t

I stared at Linden and back to London, who didn’t seem to care. “I was kidnapped,” she admitted. “These guys, including my husband, saved me.” “My father sold me for 25 million dollars to my husband,” Sadie said unapologetically. My jaw dropped. I thought I had the worse experience. I was wrong. The last thing I knew, I was hugging Sadie so tight. “You’re in good hands now.” “I know, and Cenric never treated me his property or something. “I think it’s a good story when we tell our children how we met,” London said.

Sadie grumbled, "I heard about this amazing teacher in Ember City, and he was putting on this exhibit, so I thought I'd check it out." However, the truth was that Sadie had been to Opal City and it bored her to tears. She stumbled upon a travel group hyping up a trip to Ember City, complete with a chance to bet on raw gemstones. Jade was Sadie's kryptonite, and she could not resist the lure. Unfortunately, her luck was a bust, and she did not score a single decent stone, losing every dime. If not for that, she would not have agreed so quickly to help Hector in his showdown with Madeline.

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.

Then again, I wouldn’t know understand what to look for. Zaos was gave details about Creed. Sadie had never met nor knew of his history. Her prancing as she walked dwindled with each step, several times swinging her hair with her mouth open at the treatment that Creed has endured. The small miniscule sliver of hope had me gripping onto the imaginary reins of control, but even that seemed too far out of reach.

If he wasn't my brother he would be dead by now either way that mother-fucker needs to be put in his place. As the buildings passed by me in a blur, my mind wandered off to Gabriella. I've never had the urge to kill someone as bad as I want to kill her. The thought of snapping her neck brings a smile to my face. The Carson's have originated first in America but fled to Italy and that's when they first met the Sangriento's. At first we were allies but of course the Sangriento's double-crossed us and our two families have been at war ever since.

“This means I’m tough. I’m not scared of anything.” “Such bravery.” Sadie laughed as she took a cigarette from her pocket and lit it. As she blew smoke rings, she looked at Sally, whom Elijah had put his arm around and was leading away from the room. “No matter how tough you are, it’s no match against the people who have their eyes upon you.” “Did you think that it was just a stroke of bad luck that all three of Elijah’s fiances died?” “You’re way too naive.” “They all died a violent death. One got in a car crash, one fell off a building, and one got poisoned.”

Banana…my favorite. I had a wonderful life. The best parents any kid could ask for. But I was Sadie. And as angelic as I appeared, I was anything but. Granted, I was a great kid…that is until I hit Middle School, where I earned the nickname Satan Sadie. I wasn’t bad, per se. I just had a tendency to find trouble. Or maybe, it found me. I don’t know. I always chocked my issues up as curiosity or inquisitiveness. I just had the knack for finding out other people’s business and making sure it became everybody’s. I had often been told that I would make a good reporter or detective one day. It’s not like I eavesdropped. I wasn’t nosy. I just had hypersensitive hearing or something, and I heard th