Romans & histoires Tragedi

I was scrolling on the brand new phone that Sansa had brought for me alongside my clothes while I was at the hospital, pouring what would be considered excess milk in my cereal when I saw the hottest trending news. BILLIONAIRE MARCHETTI’S BROTHER DEAD IN A CAR CRASH. BILLIONAIRE SET TO FACE THE LAW FOR TEENAGER’S DEATH IN CAR CRASH. And many more like that, I closed my eyes briefly, bending to cool my head on the marble counter of the kitchen counter. Of course the kid’s parents were gonna file a lawsuit. It was an accident for crying out loud. I’m not gonna blame them though, they lost a kid, I haven’t lost my brother yet but I feel like shit already.

"I don't want you to start hiccupping and then make a fool of yourself." "Oh how sweet of you!" she said with sarcasm filled in her voice. "Ma'am you can start now." she gulped a large breath and then nodded. "My family was killed by the de Mario mafia because my father being a detective had proof against them and when I got to know that Sean was involved I wanted revenge. Sean had held me as captive in my house to find the proof that my father had. In order for revenge..."

My tears were falling freely and my breath was coming irregularly. What am I gon na do now? On one hand, there is Ivan and another Dean. Both are psychopaths. Is there no ending to my agony? How could I get out of the grasps of these crazy men? What did I do to deserve this? I'm not standing there, drowning in my sadness. I could still hear Dean's threat even though it had been said a few minutes earlier. It was like his words were stuck in my brain. I wanted nothing more than to forget what happened today. It is one of the worst days of my entire life.

I had nightmares about it, the celebration of my birthday felt like mourning for my dad’s death. After a couple of months, my mom joined a new company, she was assigned as the secretary to Afraah’s dad. Afraah’s mom hated the fact that my mom was working with her husband. In a week or two, Afraah’s mom argued with my mom, I don’t know what exactly lead to the argument but my mom was called several names, disgusting names that only whore’s are called. It hurts me more when she talked about my dad, after getting away with the murder she still has the guts to talk about him.

But because of this power and struggling for throne, adding my stupidity in the past made my family faced the tragic and miserable ending in their life. In this life, I swear I will never lose again from someone and end up dying pathetically. The end I experienced once, is not where the curtains will fall down. Instead it is where my curtains will rise up and show to them that this woman will perform a magnificent play for them to be entertained. I will be the one who will have the last stand in this second life.

My tears suddenly fell like a river while staring at the door. This is not the best decision that I've made, but it's not also the worst. I just don't want their family will be ruined just because of me. We met and also end by tragedy. That's how the destiny played with us, it's a huge mess game, but I learned many lessons while playing this game.

In perfect synchronization, Maddie also applied pressure, breaking the girl's skin and getting to the sweet vitae below the surface. 17. Comedy and tragedy. Today, as it was in my time, the difference is a matter of emotion. The comedy makes you laugh, frees you of your mundane problems, or (forces you to laugh at them, rendering them powerless) or shows you a good time. Tragedy, however, makes you tear up, makes you realize that other people have problems that are probably greater than yours. It gives you a cathartic release where you can safely succumb to your darker feelings.

Tristan rushed to his side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as they both struggled to process the overwhelming grief. Adriana looked up at them, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her voice choked with sorrow. She tried to speak, but only broken sobs escaped her lips, unable to articulate the depth of her pain. Tristan and Carmen exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with sorrow and guilt as they tried to console Adriana. Tristan reached out a hand, but Adriana recoiled, her gaze filled with a mixture of grief and anger. "Why are you here?" she demanded, her voice laced with bitterness as she looked at Alpha Carmen. The hate in her tone was palpable, a reflection of the pain th