Short Stories Sad Novels & Stories

That's what he thought. Siddharth comes back to his room after meeting Mishty. He looked at the picture frame and his eyes teared up automatically. That day was the worst day for them. The single accident makes every one of them an orphan. Mihir lost both his parents while Sid and Ishu lost their mother. Even now, Siddharth could remember how they were crying seeing the dead bodies. It must be hard for 10 years old kid to lose his mom. Siddharth was just 10 when the accident happened. But it was fresh in his memories and he witnessed his dad being in depression for many years after that. It took them lots of efforts to handle the pain.

“Umm he is like this person who is my friend and is helping me get a boyfriend because he is like an amazing matchmaker. Once there was this girl who liked eating-“ “Is this another one of your stories that goes on for hours and have ten mini anecdotes in it, that have nothing to do with the actual story but you hear a familiar word and you start talking about it. And then an hour into the story you forget what you were actually telling me?” “Wow, you really know her.” Lucas says as they both start laughing, making my mouth fall open. “I am leaving because you know what I am like this bad bitch, who doesn’t need anyone.” I crib, making them laugh more. “Please, you can’t even open jars.” Luc

_____ Beauty is the first test: there is no permanent place in the world for ugly figures. -Sadie Laurent. _____ Even if she wished of such things, she wasn't young or alive. Gwen spread her fingers with pointed red nails towards Sadie's forehead, Sadie felt something sharp was tingling her skull, she likewise listened to the ghost say, "Why are you always so lucky? Is there any secret within you, little girl heh?" Sadie hastily shook her head, " I don't. I just wished to make my friends delighted coming here...Please let me go..woo..woo."

The joyful laughter of his children and the radiant smile of Sara were a distant echo in his mind, and every day he spent without them plunged him into unfathomable sadness. Mason withdrew from the world, closing himself in his own darkness. He couldn't bear the reality of his loss and took refuge in his thoughts and memories. The life he once knew had completely vanished, and he felt trapped in an abyss of pain and loneliness. Depression consumed him, and his spirits sank into a bottomless pit. Guilt and pain accompanied him everywhere, and each passing day pushed him further away from the life he once had. His friends and family tried to help him, but Mason had been plunged into such a dee

"How are you feeling?" Zelda's gaze fell to the ground, her voice trembling as she mustered the strength to share her heartbreaking news. "I... I had a miscarriage," she whispered, her words carrying the weight of sorrow. A wave of shock washed over Monica and Louise, their hearts breaking for their sister. In that moment, the air grew heavy with a profound sense of loss and grief. The joy they had carried within them suddenly turned into sorrow, enveloping them in a cloak of sadness. Monica rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Zelda in a tight embrace. "Oh, Zelda, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with empathy and love. "We're here for you, always."

“I'm so sorry, Miss Clara. I know how much he meant to you.” Tears streamed down Clara's face as she sobbed uncontrollably. The room spinned around her, and the walls seemed to close in. The news of Eskaal's death shattered her world, leaving her feeling empty and lost. As Clara's sobbed intensify, her vision blurred, and the world fades to black. She collapsed onto the bed, unconscious, her body unable to bear the weight of the devastating news. Her brother walked inside, his own eyes filled with tears, and watched over Clara with deep sorrow, knowing that her world will never be the same again.

She said, seeming satisfied with my shock. “Is she crazy?” “She’s nuts. She lost it already.” Sadie replied, and I sat on the bed. “Then you don’t have to worry about her stealing Lucas. He’ll never look her way if she goes around semi-naked.” I said, and Sadie smiled slowly. “Hm. I can also spread horrible stories.” She said. Sadie and I spent the whole day in my room, and it wasn’t too uncomfortable, except that about thirty pink things had already found positions in my room.

Picking up a pen, I started writing Dear Daniel, "It was yet another sad day at work. Sad day indeed because there is yet another tragic story I heard today. Today, I met a patient named Emma. She lost her husband last month in a car accident. She confessed how she blames herself for his accident and how she regrets making him overly pressured about their financial situations all the time. How she wishes she could go back in time and stop nagging about their financial situation every time they were together and instead just spend a day at least being there for him by his side in peace. Some stories are pretty simple with emotions, blissfulness and eternity of longing with a tragic end.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.