Tragedi Novels & Stories

It was a bunch of twisted thin black wires as well as two coweries hanging at the side. "You made this?" I asked softly and she nodded with a proud smile spreading through her face but then a call interrupted. "Bia," a woman's stern voice shouted again before she came forth, appearing from the crowd and I assumed to retrieve her daughter but that wasn't what had me shocked. At first I had thought the woman's words were the popular ones from the dialect of the 'igbo' tribe but then she pronounced it differently as though it were a name and then I recalled. That word had caught my attention when I was reading through a Greek mythology journal years ago and it harshly translated 'doom', 'violen

“How were your other classes?” “Good. I mean, as good as Trigonometry and World Government can be.” I poke at my salad, my stomach too twisted up to eat. “Tonight is The Selection.” He drops his hand, and the serious look that comes over his face does nothing for my anxiety. “I know.” I lean closer. “What is that, exactly? Is it some kind of test? And what happens if we don’t pass it?” “Here you go, Gregory.” A girl slides a tray laden with food in front of him.

Matteo asked. “But if I had been there to talk it through-” “No! Harper, you were both dealing with something huge. You dealt with it by withdrawing and Gabriel dealt with it by drinking. It’s not your fault, do you hear me?” he said firmly. I nodded sadly and Matteo pulled me into a hug. “I’m really sorry for your loss Harper” “Thank you” Lane and I spent the day watching movies on the couch wrapped in a blanket like we used to do when we were kids. Matteo supplied us with popcorn and hot meals every few hours. While he dealt with Gabriel.

Shawn nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Jade sighed and looked down at her fingers. “We weren't involved in an accident. We were kidnapped. He was a psychopath. He killed my mother. Gave her cuts all over her body and let her bleed. She died in my arms. Slowly and painfully. I was tortured and... And... R***d. Then I was locked up in that dark place, cold, hungry, and afraid. And every day I prayed for death. But it didn't come. Neither did help.” Jade paused as the words stuck in her throat. The tears were forcing their way down her cheeks as she wiped them off.

Janella can’t say a word when she heard what Diego said, she didn’t expect that Diego would really say about someone’s sinfulness. Diego turned Janella's face to his, wiping the tear from her cheek. This time, Janella thinks that maybe tragedies have approached her because she thinks she is too sinful, she thinks she was in karma so she is just hurting so much, anxiety is getting on her nerves.

Another pause. “At first everybody understood.” The sadness in her voice deepened. “Then it slowly became unhealthy.” Ava felt her chest tighten. Because that made sense. Far too much sense. People often imagined tragedy arriving like a storm. Sudden. Violent. Obvious. Reality was usually different. Most tragedies developed slowly. Quietly. One decision at a time. One fear at a time. Until nobody noticed how far things had gone. Margaret folded her hands. Then looked directly at Adrian.

"Mr. Romano, I have some news. Your casino in Vegas… the money dried up. It's officially bankrupt. The creditors are moving in to seize all your assets." "No… that's not possible…" Vincent mumbled, collapsing completely onto the floor. "Without the Marconis, you're nothing," I said, dropping the divorce papers in front of him. "Sign it, Vincent. It's the last shred of dignity you've got." His power, his reputation, his girl, his wife—all gone in an instant. His hand trembling, he picked up the pen and signed his name. He left with nothing. He was heading for the same broke, dead-end life as Carmen.

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Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow. The thought that her pursuit of financial aid for her son's surgery had inadvertently become the catalyst for this tragedy pierced Marisa's heart. She questioned her choices, wondering if the desperate circumstances justified the means. The guilt of trading her well-being for her son's health now mingled with the grief of losing someone who had unknowingly walked into the crossfire of her decisions.