Sad Story Novels & Stories

She poured liquor on the two glasses as he sat on the stool in front of the counter. “We’ll drink just a few shots but we’ll talk a lot,” she said as she handed him one of the glasses. “I’ll begin, I am Sadie, you know that, real name, Sarah, you also already know that, I am twenty six years old, I work as a secretary to my father who is a lawyer, while my mother and my brother, who is four years older than me, tend to our businesses. I’ve had three boyfriends, the last one I broke up with more than a year ago. Darn! I can’t believe I’ve been single for more than a year.” She smiled. “Anyway, I am a graduate of biology and I’m still thinking on whether to pursue medicine. I love parties, I l

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.

Sade’s POV On her way home, Sade pulled out her phone and texted Adamo: Sade: Guess what? I’m officially a single woman. She followed it up with a meme of Beyoncé dancing to Single Ladies. A moment later, her phone buzzed with his reply. Adamo: Damn. Did he make a fuss? Sade: Not really. Just the same old bullshit. He tried to say I lied during our vows, that when I said “for better or worse,” I didn’t mean the “worse” part. Basically accused me of only sticking around for the better.

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

Sophia's POV Blood kept pouring from my throat. I wiped my mouth again and again, but it was useless. I should've called an ambulance, but the thought of it made me laugh bitterly. I had no money left, not after pouring every cent I had into Molly's treatment. Jared hadn't sent a cent since the day she was admitted to the hospital. Through the haze of pain and nausea, I couldn't help but wonder how my marriage had reached this point. Once, our story had felt like something out of a romance drama.

Aurora stated, and Sadie’s smile turned sad. “He’s dead, died three years ago. That was when I took over his duties,” Sadie explained with a somber expression. “I’m sorry. May he find peace,” Aurora said, and Sadie nodded. “I swear, it’s always the good people who don’t last long. The bad ones live like they got some immortality potion,” Layla complained, and Sadie chuckled heartily A bittersweet smile on her lips as her mind recreates flashes of good memories and times she spent with her father.

she begins, “did you lie three years ago?” Lola swallows. “W-what are you talking about?” “You lied about being his mate,” Sadie replies, her eyes glowing brighter. “And I want to know why.” “I didn’t lie—” Sadie plunges a knife into Lola’s side. Lola screams and Knox lets out a dark, satisfied growl. Sadie pulls the knife out slowly, blood dripping down her hands. “For every wrong answer,” she says calmly, “I will do that again.” Lola trembles hard, pain ripping through her body.

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.

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?

"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…"