Tragedi Novels & Stories

In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《V I V I A N H I O M I》:《25》 《T O K Y O : J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ HEMORRHAGE ○ ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× "This is never not sad." - To be continued

Richard I stood in the midst of death and grief, surrounded by the heavy silence that only tragedy can bring. Everywhere my eyes land, there is the corpse of my people, with their loved ones grieving for their loss. Their anguished cries pierced the air, echoing the magnitude of the devastation that had befallen us. Each life lost represented a shattered dream, a void that could never be filled.

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

Mr Ralph urges Jude to locate the USB DRIVE asap, then he calls his lawyer. At RUM TV, Mrs.Welsh , met up with an unknown woman, "Are you Mrs.Welsh?" the woman asked, "Yes ,I am", Mrs Welsh replied, the woman revealed that her name to be Rita, that she is a reporter working at RUM TV, Mrs.Welsh asked her why did she send her that email, Rita replied "Come to HOMELUV RESTAURANT" giving her the address to the place.

be, could it be Bryan, because I agreed to marry him, may be he still likes Mariel his Ex. I am getting burnt what is the use of knowing ganged to kill me. " Ahhh" my whole body hurts *VOOM!!* The fire caught, I rushed to untie my hand quickly, I need to save my dad. " Dad!!! " " Dad!! " I found him laying helplessly, tears dropped from my eyes. " Melanie!" " Dad" "Melanie I pray the heavens accept our soul, I am sorry I didn't save you" " Dad we are not going to die here I will find a way out of here"

When she looked at the caller ID, she sighed, “I gotta take this.” She stepped a little away as she spoke into her phone and from what I understood, it was a call from work. After she hung up, she looked back at me with exhaustion, “Code Orange.” Frowning, I asked. “What’s that?” “Loads of incoming trauma. Mass casualties expected - a bridge collapsed in the city. I need to rush to the hospital.” She said, and walked to the bed to fetch her purse. “Right, stay safe.” I said. “We’ll talk when you come back.”

Byron shakes his head angrily, "You can’t die easily. You need to be alive and see yourself dying each day. You need to feel trauma, just like me." "What do you mean?" The man's heart sank dreadly, 'What do you want to do?" "Your daughter", Byron's corner lips raised with a cruel smile as his voice turned chiller just like ice, "She will sold in the black market while your wife will be put as a slave for a brutal mafia gang under me." "You can never meet them; this is your real punishment." "No! No!" "You can't do it!" The man panicked laboriously as his blood rushed in the opposing tendency, frightened of his actual plan for his tragic family. “They are innocent!” “I begged you to leave the

Pockets—the corgi-sized, Leonberger-furred, big-hearted hero of this tale. I had been with them through it all: the moments of fear that shadowed Makayla, the fiery anger that flared in Lilac’s chest, the blizzard that had roared outside, the jolt of that car crash, and the silence that fell over us when the humans lost their ability to communicate. I was their silent sentinel—nudging, barking, curling up close when things felt unbearable, even staring down anyone who dared to intimidate my girls into retreating.

Fortunately Elder Lilia told my mother " She wasn't upset about how I reacted, its usual for people who have been mentally traumitized over along period of time to have random out bursts of fear, anger or sadness from reliving theirs memories as they speak about them. Its a sure way to trigger all their emotions at once, causing full blown melt downs." She also had said " She would have been more concerned if I hadn't of acted the way I did, by me freaking out showed her I was still trying to fight whatever was happening to me and everyone should only be worried if I quit talking all together, because that would show that my body was slowly shutting down from all the stress and in some rare