Saving Tragedy Novel Novels & Stories

After the car accident, my best friend, Isla Mercer, and I were both rushed to the hospital. My husband, Adrian Cole, an ER physician, arrived in a hurry, but instead of coming to me, he went straight to Isla. My leg had gone numb after being crushed beneath the mangled car door when I tried to save Isla. Isla only had a cut on her arm, yet my husband didn’t even look back as he chose her. I endured the pain and begged him to treat me first. But my brother, Caleb Whitaker, arrived late and immediately refused. “Adrian is the only attending physician available right now. You’re his wife. If he treats you first, what will people think of him? “Stop being so selfish. Just endure it. It’l

"I believe in fate, though maybe many people don't believe in it. But I believe in fate. Every man’s life has been arranged by God. It is Zora’s destined catastrophe so she cannot avoid it! As you have said, if Kingsley had taken her to a better place, then she would not have died. Or if Cathy hadn’t revealed her wealth when she went there, Zora would not have died. Or if Cathy had disdained to go to such a poor area, Zora would not have died. It can also be assumed that if Kingsley had got off work earlier that day, then… So, sometimes the catastrophe cannot be escaped. Even without you and without Kingsley, she still can’t escape the catastrophe that she has to encounter. It has been so ma

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

The sadness in her tone was heavy, matching the gloom of the ruins. I signaled the advance. If the outside looked neglected, the interior was a graveyard of memories. It was silent…..unnervingly so. How am I supposed to find the eldest woman in a ghost town? A heavy thud startled me. I spun around to see Novel sliding from Kitty’s back, hitting the dirt. I rushed to her side, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to roar at the wolf, who at least had the grace to look guilty, but the sight of Novel’s pale, unconscious face silenced my anger.

Sebastian frowned. “Rose, what are you smiling at? “Are you trying to put me on the spot so I’ll have no choice but to take your mother along?” I opened the suitcase without looking at him. “Don’t worry. My mother and I won’t affect your spots on Noah’s Ark.” I began emptying drawers into the suitcase, then swept the souvenirs from the cabinet straight into the trash. When the apocalypse was here, everything became garbage, including love.

In my last life, I found out while I was at work that my husband, Patrick Holmes, had brought Victoria to stay at our house, saying she needed a place to crash for a few days. I knew Patrick had never truly let her go, so I took the day off, desperate to rush home and stop whatever was going on. Unexpectedly, a flash flood swept through the neighborhood, drowning most of the area in minutes. Patrick, the head of the local rescue team, rowed over to save us. The water was too violent, and we needed a lifebuoy to board the boat safely. At that crucial moment, Patrick made a decision. He threw me the only life preserver and shouted, "Live for me. Go see the world out there."

“The statistics were against you. You got lucky.” How many people does she know that have died from anything other than natural causes? Growing up, how many children did she know that ended up slitting their wrists or throwing themselves out windows because they couldn’t take their lives anymore? All my life I’ve witnessed death. I’ve lived with it and brushed past it in the hall, knowing it could come for me any second. No amount of apologising can make me forget the fear I felt. Or the loneliness. It can’t give back all of the tears I cried or the eighteen years I spent festering in hell before a Sario rescued me. A Sario. Of all people, I found salvation in a Sario.

Hailey: I read a book years ago. It told a story of how a girl found true love on a wrecked big ship. Their ship hit an iceberg and claimed the lives of many, but the lady saw someone special, and their love grew despite the storm. Unfortunately, he died with the wrecked ship, and she alone was saved. Was my love story going to end like that? Would I put the lives of the ones closest to me in harm's way? Did I even know how to truly love?

He looked at my father. "Vanessa died seven days ago from childbirth." Liam sank onto the sofa in disbelief upon hearing my father's dull words. "That's impossible." Alice sensed the tension. So, she immediately dropped to her knees and sobbed. "It's all my fault, Mom. I should die to atone for Vanessa!" Her words seemed to bring my mother back to her senses as she collapsed onto the floor and cradled Alice. "It's not your fault, Alice. Don't be afraid." None of them noticed the disappointed look on my father's face.

My mother pressed a hand to her mouth, tears immediately welling in her eyes, seeing the magnitude of the concurrent losses. "The death of the woman who saved me, the death of my own mother, and the accusations of the fraud were too much. The stress and the grief... it triggered a miscarriage. I lost Killian's son, Zachary, the day I lost my mother and the day Camille was killed." Nova finished, her voice breaking on the memory. The silence in the hospital room was absolute, a heavy, devastating vacuum. My mother stumbled forward, collapsing into the chair Nova had just vacated. Her face was bleached white, the condescending matriarch completely shattered by the reality of the tragedy.