Saddest Books Ever Novels & Stories

A few days after the disappearance of Sophie Novak, eye witnesses say that Holloway did in fact, return to the Maddox's home to pay his respects for their missing baby. 'Bits and pieces of Mia's life at the orphanage are depicted in a book she wrote last year named, Superfluous. Her book became a New York Time's best sellers, and she became instantly famous. The ending of her book went as follows, 'The most terrifying experience of an orphan occurs at the end of the day when you look at the orphanage's building structure, and realize that you're still there. You're still on your own. You're left to face the world by yourself, with no family to call yours, and no home to go back to. You're ju

"Don't be ashamed of the fact that you read. It is a wonderful past-time and one that can expand your mind and take you on great adventures." She gave a small smile and a nod. “If the book is making you feel so deeply that you’re crying, the author did their job. The whole point of a book is to tell a story, real or made up. And the job of the author is to make you live that story. So, tell me, are these happy tears or sad tears?” She gave a sad sniffle as he gently pried the book away from her. “Sad. They were just getting a good point in their marriage, their kids were moving out, they’re falling in love again… and she just died in a car crash.”

⸻ Because he kept choosing people over destiny. ❤️ ⸻ 🌙 The Unfinished Story The woman looked down at her book. ⸻ For the first time… Sadness appeared in her eyes. 💔 ⸻ “There’s a problem.” ⸻ The library grew silent. ⸻ Everyone felt it immediately. ⸻ Something was wrong. ⸻ Very wrong. ⸻ 🌙 The Final Book The unfinished book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Words appeared across its pages.

She had a bad feeling about this, and she instinctively sent a message to her friends' group chat. [He left the country and deleted all my contact information.] The group chat exploded at once. Claire did not say who "he" was, but all her friends knew she meant me. [Did he suddenly come to his senses? Is he finally giving up on you?] [That's a good thing. Weren't you having a headache on how to get rid of him? Now that he's gone, you don't have to waste your time on it anymore. He probably realized he was too useless to you and was too ashamed to see you.]

But thеrе’ѕ something аbоut meeting thоѕе сhаrасtеrѕ fоr the fіrѕt tіmе, wаtсhіng thеіr ѕtоrу unfоld and taking thаt fіrѕt jоurnеу tоgеthеr thаt саn’t bе rерlауеd. Thаt’ѕ whу I’m sad whеn I fіnіѕh a bооk, bесаuѕе I’m grіеvіng for the characters I hаvе tо say gооdbуе to. Yеѕ, I have a mіllіоn mоrе bооkѕ tо read аnd a mіllіоn mоrе еxреrіеnсеѕ to gо through, but I hаvе a lіѕt оf books thаt have blоwn mе аwа у, thаt have рullеd mе in ѕо I lіvеd еvеrу wоrd оn thе раgе. Thоѕе are thе bооkѕ thаt you don’t fоrgеt, despite being a hundred bооkѕ оn, I’m ѕtіll hungover fоr thе trulу bеаutіful ones I lеft bеhіnd.” “Sо Kellan and Travis and thе others аrе lіkе thе Championship fіnаl fоr mе.”

As the first faint, pale grey light of dawn began to bleed through the edges of the blackout curtains, Eve stared into the shadows of his room, her heart hammering a dark, chaotic rhythm that no equation in the world could ever fix. For the first time in her life, Eve Brooks stopped running the math. She simply closed her eyes, held his hand tight, and let herself fall.

She tilted her chin to the piece of paper in Ace's hold, "That's a piece of my journal." "Oh, trust me it didn't disrupt anything." She smiled and walked closer, "glad to hear that," she eyed the name inscribed on the tombstone, "Death is really something else, huh? Losing someone dear feels like losing a big part of you and your life you never knew existed. She was a good person, wasn't she?" She quickly turned to Ace who nodded sadly. "Funny how the world is: the bad prevail and the good perish."

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

, Rachel taunts. They say nothing more after that, leaving me to wallow in my own sorrow. And I do. I feel devastated. I feel used and dumped. I feel worthless. All the emotions in a book that could possibly describe someone‘a despair, I feel them all. I’m overwhelmed with grief.

Your support makes every sleepless night, every tear shed, and every moment of doubt worth it. This book will always hold a special place in my heart. It is my first, my beginning, my proof that even in the darkest times, stories can light the way. And if it touched even one soul, if it made someone feel seen, understood, or less alone, then I know I have done what I set out to do.