Tragedia Novels & Stories

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."

herself. Ten minutes later Mrs.Welsh arrived at the restaurant, she saw Rita. Then she walked towards her, then sat with her. "Why did you tell me to come here?" Mrs Welsh asked, "I know you are busy, but I want to tell you something" Rita replied, ''IPC PLASTIC INDUSTRIES, has been doing some illegal business lately , importing harmful material that is been used in production, it's has been affecting people purchasing and consuming their products" Rita further added, Mrs.Welsh with a serious look on her face asked Rita "How does it affect people purchasing the products''. "Due to the harmful material being used in producing plastic plates, cups and even spoons etc, when used, it is causing

(MIDDLE SIN) “DEAL.” Fed up with the words and the same ending circle that gives and marks another unfortunate dread that is only the start of the horrors and the bloody consequences along the way. She watches the last scene in dismay, as her face could not even draw a small smile where it all screams and tells is, “A tragedy, yet it all must be as it should be where nothing else should matter but the play that is being written at hand and from the very beginning, right? Haruna?”

Stupid man, Chibinobim thought. His fiance had died in a tragic car accident just a week before he received the call. Priscilla was her name. Chibinobim ignored his father and continued to eat his food. "Chibinobim, wake up your wife," Mr. Oko said. Chinyere wasn't sleeping but she was dead to the outside world. All her thoughts flooded her mind and she was sunk in them, nearly drowning. Her father had always told her, "A close friend can become a close enemy."

He felt completely numb. I'm sorry but we couldn't save the baby I'm sorry for your loss My baby Our baby Maheerah's sibling They couldn't save the baby The baby didn't survive the car crash Innalillah wainna ilaihi rajiun!

Due to some technical problem the writer had problems in writing, I hope you can bear with him. Sorry for the inconveniences. ---- Lydia looked at her father and the other man as they go into the helicopter, she had lots of questions running through her mind, why were her father and the other man so desperate that they went as far as to go to Rachel's house? what was it they were after, could the thing be so important they had to forgone everything and chase after a girl and a guy who had fainted?

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

Their faces betray nothing, so I calmly get down from the horse, adjust my multi colored linen kimono and walk back to their front. "Please act the death scene in act one." I quickly rack my brain for the death scene, it's where Queen Amina's grandfather who favored her dies, in a flashback. I sink to the floor in a loud piercing but regal cry and do a renactment of many times I've cried over tragedy. Like when both of my parents died and no one from my paternal family took me in. "Thank you Ms. Labeebah, we'll get back to your agent as soon as possible, please see the assistant outside for refreshments." I nod, walk to the corner where I left my bag and quietly amble out of the large space

The particular tragedy of the tenor's position, not villainous, not simple, the specific human tragedy of a man who loved something and was also incapable of being what that thing required. "That's sad," I said.

Vlador In Triana’s room, he was watching her endless cry. “I’ve killed someone. I made four children lose their mother. I’m a criminal. I’m a murderer,” Triana sobbed. Sighing, Vlador glanced at the soaking-wet handkerchief in Triana’s hand. “The sun has set. How long do you plan to cry?” “I... can’t stop,” Triana replied, breathless. “It’s my fault, Mr. Vlador. I’m terrified.”