Short Stories Sad Novels & Stories

Tears spilled over my lashes, tracking hot and fast down my cheeks. "I am so sorry," I sobbed, the words tumbling out of me, desperate and raw. "Victor, I am so incredibly sorry. I came here looking for a story because I was empty. I was ambitious, and I was cold, and I didn't care whose lives I observed as long as I got the byline. But the moment you touched me... the moment you looked at me and actually saw me... the story died."

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not notice the droplets of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this sadness , this pain, this heartache, A pain within t

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

……I won’t be able to do that…” he began to cry more with tears running down her fair checks dripping off her chin and dropped on her hands as she trembled looking outside, her whole body was shaking as she sat there swing even Aerial’s leg with her, she choke and exhaled as her cry was increasing, she held on the loud cry, caught up her breathe to speak on, “I won’t be able to do cause I will never be there anymore…… I won’t get the change to sit on my sofa again……..I use to st there cause the whole day I felt lonely in my big house with all the strange people roaming around mother…….and she used to be busy with them getting dressed rather than me………I waited for daddy but now I won’t be tha

Kathy Pov I thought I had gotten tougher and stronger and that I won't tear up again but it turned out that to was far from being the strong woman I thought I was because I cried myself to sleep and woke up with tears in my eyes, I was sick too and had to throw up when I woke up, I understand the sickness was due to my pregnancy but, this much sadness and loneliness wasn't because I was pregnant no it was because that's what it is, that I am sad, that my life wasn't going the way that I would have wanted it to go and the universe wasn't showing mercy on me, I felt like I was feeling all the sadness in the word, my only friend and companion was my unborn baby, I laid in bed with nothing to do

The news pierces through her like a dagger, opening floodgates of overwhelming emotions she struggles to contain. Grief and helplessness wash over her in relentless waves, as she grapples with the weight of her situation. Her human fragility is stark against the backdrop of a supernatural realm she never imagined she would be part of. The sense of sadness claws at her heart, intertwining with a profound sense of loss resonating deep within her very core.

Embracing this perspective allows us to cultivate deeper connections and cherish the time we have with our loved ones even more. With Jared and all my family gone, I was as hopeless as one can be, thinking that what I’m going through, no one can that I’m most hurt, I’m the one who lost everyone. But I was wrong. Every person has a story of its one, a suffering of their own, a story that they might not want to share. It’s just that they learned to live through it, like me. It was through connecting with others and sharing our stories that I realized I wasn't alone in my pain. We all have our own battles to fight, and by supporting one another, we can find strength and resilience in the face o

Present “Sad and depressed, I forced myself to move towards my home. Everything was gone. I once again lost to Scott Martinez. I was to die a tragic death at his hands, and he was on his way to accomplishing it. I would soon give up and beg for mercy at his feet. It was impossible to believe I was falling in love with him. All he wanted was my life. He had already snatched all I had owned once in my life. In his eyes, I could see a thirst for revenge. No matter what, he would never leave me alone. It was my dream to leave the country with my siblings, but I didn’t have enough money.

" I was trying to console my tears but I couldn't because I was lost of words, I was lost of everything. I felt like the poorest person in the world. And a shred of tears was started blowing out of my eyes like the ocean's water. He chuckled a sad smile, A smile that has so much pain in it, "and you thought that you were not good enough when you were the winner of Student of the Year Competition." he whispered. ---------------------------------------------------------+------------ ----------------+------------ happy these days.