Tragedia Novels & Stories

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.

"No. No, I don't believe what you're saying! That's not true. Hayden De Vera is well-aware of what happened to Caitlyn and Salvador before. He wouldn't dare to repeat the same mistake his cousin had once committed!" "Oh so, it seems like you don't really know all of your cousins that much!" Greg said angrily then grabbed her arm violently. "You know about it and you love hurting us because our families are your enemies, and in any way, you always want to get even so you play dirty tricks on us!"

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.

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.

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.

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.

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

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

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