Saddest Books Novels & Stories

I don't need a sad book to make me feel worse than it is but once I've started I kept on flipping the next page. Who the hell wrote this book!? The Jamie I know doesn't read books and her giving me books is new, so I was a little curious and read it last night only to stay up the whole night blowing my nose from the sadness and the heartbroken words of the main character. 'Red' is the name of the book and when I start reading it, my mind always drifts towards Liam.

cried the little girl Loathefiya on the lady arms, who was stroking her back and whispered in a decent voice, “It’s alright…..shoo…..its alright my dear….” “I MISS MAMA AND PAPA……WAAAA!!! I MISS THEM” cried the girl aloud. The driver’s seat opened and Kayle stepped out shutting the door. He stood there in regards as his ears could hear the cry of Loathefiya and his heart poured in blood of regards by the sadness. He gazed up at the night sky and whispered inwards, “It’s so cruel….its so cruel for such a little child…….” he sighed speaking, “what type of world we are in….strange?”

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.

I mumbled to myself as I kept the book inside my bag. Was it the only last resort... lucid dreaming, a way to know what would be the reasons of a certain person that happened to take away their own life without giving any hint? Was it the only last thing that we could possibly do? Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died.

If he had actually just ignored me, I probably wouldn't have taken things to this extent. I decided to write him a note instead of facing him. If I didn't, then the guilt would probably eat me alive. Once I was done, I went to his room and placed it on his bed. I knew he was training right now, so I didn't have to fear him catching me. I went back to my room. Most of my stuff would be shipped to my new place, but things such as clothes or some necessities would come on the plane with me. I had also packed a couple of books with me so I wouldn't be bored. The flight was a little over 11 hours, so I think I'd be able to finish at least two books if I wanted to.

Yessica asked, "or are you pretending to look busy so your teacher leaves you alone?" The girl looked up. Suspicious. "Both." "Fair." Yessica pulled a slim volume from the shelf. "Try this one. She writes like she's angry about things she's not supposed to be angry about." The girl turned the book over. Read the back. "Is it sad?" "Parts of it. But it's the kind of sad that makes you feel less alone." The girl bought it with her own money. Five pounds she dug out of a coat pocket.

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.

It didn't stop there. Adrian's company completely collapsed. He didn't realize that most of his past business partners had only worked with him out of respect for my dad. Once he publicly abandoned me, every partner reacted the moment I left Aleria. They terminated all contracts with Johnson Corp and demanded immediate settlement of every outstanding payment. Adrian drowned in grief over losing me, and his haughty parents struggled daily with creditors, living miserably. They sold every car and property, but it wasn't enough. They had to live in hiding, constantly on the run.

Maybe it was the approach of death for the second time that made me so calm, but my mind suddenly wandered to Patrick's locked room. I waded through the rising water and kicked the door open without hesitation. Inside, the room was filled—wall to wall—with memories of him and Victoria. I let out a dry, mocking laugh. In the past, I had only ever seen that kind of thing in TV dramas. I used to think it was romantic, so deeply emotional. Nonetheless, when my own husband was one doing it, all I felt was disgust. I walked further in and started looking through their shared belongings. There were gifts from their younger days—a watch, dried flowers, bracelets, and so on.

" 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? "