Saddest Books Ever Novels & Stories

“But both are Nintendo, so the vibe here is still good” “How about books? Do you have a favorite?”, she asks. “Grapes of Wrath”, I answer and her shock over my answer doesn’t go unnoticed. “You”? “The Great Gatsby”, she says. Wow, that’s depressing! “So tragic”, I told her. “Speak for yourself”, she says, and we both laugh again because both books are probably equally depressing! “Favorite movie?” I asked her. “Love, Actually”, she says sadly. “Serious? Isn’t that a little before your time?” I said.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.

He stared at the books, deciding which one to choose. As his eyes lingered on them, memories surfaced of how his mother used to read bedtime stories to him and his sister… until she was killed. Alina noticed the change in his expression and was about to ask what was wrong when Laim reached out and picked a book. She moved closer to see which one he chose, and her eyes widened in surprise. It was her favorite book. “Seven Days Before Goodbye.”

No reply from him. There I was, foolishly thinking he would be at the airport to pick me up, worried sick like the boyfriend next to me, his eyes red from crying for his girl. However, as I sat there, my heart, which had been racing with terror as we fell from the sky, finally began to settle. I typed out the message with a heavy heart. [I think we should get a divorce.] Within a minute, my phone buzzed. It was Lucas. "What's gotten into you, Harriet? Why are you freaking out now?" he snapped.

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I felt my heart ache for her. “ I will never forget that immense sorrow and pain I felt that day…but that night , while everyone lay asleep I limped to our balcony and began to cry. I think it was the pain or the strong emotions that I had that awoken something in me.” I find myself sitting upright , listening intently to what was beginning to unfold.

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

" That's called numbness. A state of being completely numb. " " Really? " Essy asked. " Yeah. " " But how is it possible that you know this but I don't? " Stacy questioned. " Well, I read about it in a book and there the Writer explained it in detail. " " Oh wow! So what's the title of the book? " " Depressed: love yourself. " " So it's not romance? " " Yeah, it isn't. It's mostly about a unique siblings relationship. " " Oh. Who wrote the book? "

Then I turn to the next page, WHAT IS NOT ALLOWED: -ANYTHING THAT DESTROYS THE PLANET -PEOPLE SPREADING HATRED It’s that simple :) PLACES ON PLANET EARTH THAT ARE SO PRETTY THEY SHOULD BE PUT IN SADIE’S WORLD: -All the bookstores and music stores there is -Sky Ranch -Callao Cave -Every art museum there is -Barasoain Church -The whole of Baguio city This is one heck of a list, I thought to myself. She was really serious about making a new planet. I hate to think that if someone saw this, they'd probably make fun of her since children mostly do these types of things, but knowing who Sadie is and hearing about her new 'planet speech', I understand her and why this exists. More than that: I appr

“I don’t–I don’t believe it!” But the words were all the same. Mafia. Blood. Gunshots. Oath. Loyalty by death. Names buried beneath ink and red stains. It was all real. The world he built. The world he dragged her into. The world she never asked for. Rosa cried harder. Her voice was growing hoarse as she flipped page after page, each one like a slap, each one ripping away whatever innocence she had left. Why would he have these bloody books? “Aaaaaah!” she screamed, throwing a book across the room. Her voice broke into raw sobs.