Sad Truths Novels & Stories

Lisa barked out as her own tears started to roll down her face. "All right, but I just need you to know that every shitty thing I did was in an effort to save you from loving me the way your father did, the way my parents did. I didn't want you to suffer should this day come." She glanced around and let out a soft sob. "And you won't. So when I die, and I'm going to die, Lisa. We all do, but when I do... you won't be crippled by it."

“I feel everything, you hurt, I hurt worse, who wants to fight me.” Caiden steps forward. “I’ll—” “No,” I say. “He’s a child.” “I’m Father’s grief,” Sorrow says. “I was born when Mother cried, I end when everyone else does.” He touches the ground. Every wolf in the circle gasps. Their grief, all of it, mothers, mates, lost years, hits at once. Draven drops to one knee. Mercy screams. I fall, memories of the witch pit, of my brother dying, of selling myself at 18.

Something I never thought I'd see in them. Regret. Sadness.

Sadie said in a sad voice. She was right on her place. “The scars he gave are too deep to be healed, Sadie. How am I supposed to forget everything and move forward? Those days will haunt me forever.” I replied to her. “Adonis was also played by those sinners, Gemma. Just think again before you take a life changing decision tomorrow.” She said and again went in a corner of my mind.

“Also, if I die mysteriously, I want my funeral playlist to include one emotional Taylor Swift ballad.” “You’re not dying,” she snapped. “But fine. Also adding Megan Thee Stallion. You’d want people to twerk in your memory.” I laughed harder, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye. “I’ll let you off the hook for now.” Sadie said eventually, her voice warm. “But if he so much as breathes the wrong words, I’m showing up with my limited edition purple lightsaber.” “You mean the fake one that lights up and makes sound effects?” I finished for her.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

“You know Matthew... He’s very good at his work, but he’s very loyal to us, but when it comes to the confidentiality of his work, well, we can’t force him to tell who it was,” I nodded, taking the cup of coffee, and then I took one caramel bar. I looked at it intently and then turned to her. “Why do you have so many of these?” “Tara and Stella love it,” She answered and took a deep breath. She propped her elbows on the table. “This is just crazy, Blake. I mean, I have known Sadie all my life, but Tara--” She sighed again. “She was just so simple, so innocent, and everything that her eyes see was just beautiful. When you told me about your dinner with her family, about her mom, about everythi

He showed a sad expression, and looked a bit serious. “I have done the worst thing ever to myself by being the one that caused my parents’ death. No matter how I tried to be happy, I can never be deeply happy again in future. I HAVE LOST ALL. I have lost my beloved Brother; I have hurt the innocent and pure minded woman. I have lost my child. For me not to lose all, IT WILL BETTER I DO THIS” he muttered and went into a deep thought again. “I can’t lose all I have invested on him. I love Sadie. I love her. I should just do this---Let—me—just do this---Ahhh” He screamed in pain, sniffed and held back the tears.

The person Scarlett mentioned also had voice issues. "Dr. Willow, I know Sanctum Medical Institute has its own rules," Sadie continued, her voice suddenly turning tearful. "But my brother is really pitiful. He's been depressed and giving up on himself for years... I just can't bear it anymore. If you're willing to help him, I-I would do anything!" Her tears fell instantly, like they had been preloaded. Just as she was performing her emotional act- A cold, clear voice cut through the air.

I am damn lame. Lucas makes everything around me sound so light, but as the people went out I am left by the fact that I am crippled. I was in the front page of every newsletter the day the accident happens. I got a lot of mails and on my side table are goods from friends who hope me to get well and from enemies who hope me to die.