Saving Tragedy Novel Novels & Stories

“Answer the question.” She exhaled slowly. “I came from a good family that lost everything. I learned the hard way that trust is expensive. That’s all you need to know.” “Lost everything,” I repeated. “Interesting. A lot of people lost things three years ago during that market mess.” Her jaw tightened. “What’s your point?” “Three years ago my life changed too,” I continued. “A woman I trusted disappeared right when everything went to hell. At the same time your so-called family fell apart. Strange timing, don’t you think?”

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She

They were in Uruguay, and she had specifically chosen a country that spoke a foreign language that she did not understand because she did not want to understand the gossip around her. The nurse cleaned up the baby and finally showed her. Nera noticed it was a boy, and from first glance, she could see Elijah written all over him. It was Elijah's, she had a big feeling it was him because he was the only one between the two men who would not mind releasing inside her. They cleaned her up, and Uncle Luke finally walked in. "It's the dead boy's child?" He asked "Yes," Nera replied. "I think the title of my book should be FATAL MARRIAGE," she said, looking away. THE END

She wanted to watch her death, so she did not shut her eyes while she drove into the pole. Everyone thought it was either careless driving or maybe she lost control of the steering wheel. But only Jasmine was aware of what Marrita did. She had seen Marrita’s note. In it Marrita talked about how she was not going to enslave herself to a man she did not know and how she was going to end it in the best way known to her.

He sat down beside me on the floor. “Becca, I never told you about what I went through with my surgery because it wasn’t something I was ready to share. The pain was unimaginable. Sarah knew this before she agreed to the surgery. I talked with her.. in detail of what I felt.” He paused. “It wasn’t easy Becca. There were times I wished I would have died in that accident with my mom. But I pushed through it. And I’m so glad I did. I get to use my experience to help others through this process. It’s just so surreal.” He was tearing up. I leaned in and he put his arm around me. We sat in the hallway for another minute, before he stood up and offered me a hand. We then went into Sarah’s room toge

The reasons for its loss were compiled by Trevor, the only surviving crew member, and supported by his adamant witnesses, that for reasons unknown, a great explosion occurred in the lower decks, sinking the vessel within minutes. In claiming ignorance, Trevor was able to fudge the detail, and while he was never able to return to the sea as a crewman, he did have more adventures, thanks to his friendship with Claire, and a new TV show called ‘Perils of the Sea’ where he acted as a consultant, and her co-presenter. Before she left town, Claire had made Thomas a promise to return once a year and they would sit on the beach and have a cookout, in memory of those lost.

' The 21st of March was the day I met freshman Hannah. That meant I was killed right after I took the train back. That explained why she never received a reply from me. Hannah nearly broke down. Who killed me? We had agreed to meet. We even promised we would attend the same college. Who was the person who killed me? Hannah's eyes welled with tears. She suddenly noticed a bloodstained note on the floor. The handwriting belonged to me. "Hannah, forget me." The paper had already turned yellow with age.

"Following me gets them killed." "Following anyone gets people killed. That's leadership in apocalypse. The question isn't whether your leadership is perfect. It's whether it's better than the alternatives." Catherine stood to leave, then paused. "Those seven people. You didn't kill them. Limited resources killed them. The apocalypse killed them. You just had to decide who got the insufficient shelter that existed. That's tragedy, not murder. Learn the difference or you won't survive this." Week sixteen: First harvest came in.

I guess she sees what I don't see. But then, when I thought I had seen it all, a new chapter opened… One that would break me more!!! It was on a cold Thanksgiving Day when my despair reached new depths. An unbearable tragedy struck that fateful evening, tearing my fragile world apart once again. In an ill-fated accident, Nikita and her parents were mercilessly snatched away from existence in a fatal accident, as they returned from a party I had declined being part of. That evening, the cops had called to break the news to me.

Travis could feel the gears in his head turning. He was going crazy. Catching his breath, he finally stopped and gazed at the photograph, "Things have changed now. This time I won't lose. Mark my words, love. I might have failed in the past, but now I will rewrite my story." Searing, he tore the picture in half and tossed the other piece aside. Admiring his work, Travis then brought the photo closer to his lips. He tilted his head and looked at it while the sickening smile never left his lips.