Tragedy Love Novels & Stories

he repeated, whispering, the words both mantra and lament, the acknowledgment of a truth he could not escape. Adrian understood now that love without consent is hollow. That power without trust is fragile. That influence without freedom is meaningless. And for the first time, he experienced grief in its purest form-not for himself, but for the life he could never reclaim with her, the love he had never truly given, and the person she had become beyond his reach.

“I refuse to believe I'm reading something this horrible.” She looked at Edgar, her eyes glossy with tears and hurt. “How did you believe this?” Edgar took a slow breath and ran a hand over his face before lifting his gaze to hers. “The same way you believed the letter they gave you,” he said quietly, opening his hands slightly in a restrained gesture. “When we love someone... we believe even the things that destroy us.” He paused briefly. “We weren't wrong for loving each other. We were wrong for thinking love alone would be enough back then.”

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us. After that hot, passionate, and unstoppable night with the man I truly love, I woke up only to find out that he will leave. He is bound to forget me, he is destined to met and turn his back from me, from the road where his future was not secure. Arthur has a flight for that morning. I saw his passport and his beautiful expensive name was written there. I am happy for him. I ham happy that he has future. I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me.

He had the cutest grin on his lips " Scarlett " he started and at the sound of his voice, my heart was already aching with love " I love you and you have brought so much happiness into my life, thank you for loving me as I am and accepting me as your husband. I promise to walk by your side forever, to love, to help, and encourage you in all that you do. I will take the time to talk to you, to listen to you and to cherish you. I promise to dream with you, to fulfill your dreams and to celebrate every area of life with you " he stopped and now tears are in my eyes as I try to keep a straight face. " Scar, to have you in my life is already a blessing and I wouldn't want anything or anyone else

I wanted to choose him so that he doesn't shoot Brayden but what is the assurance that he will let Brayden go if I choose him? Now, Brayden's words sound like my mums'. True love should be able to stand the test of time, even in death like in the movie, 'Titanic' or, Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet'. Not all love stories have a happy ending but even if it has to be a tragic one, I don't want to die with a guilty heart. I have to choose my love and stay by it, no matter the outcome. After today, I will have to stand with whoever I choose, no matter the storm we face. The bond I share with Brayden is too strong to ignore. Even when he was away, I thought about him every day.

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

When he feels that dying a little every day, it is better to give up his life at once and get rid of all his troubles. A person thinks so when he gives up in front of himself because of someone else. This happens when a person loves someone wholeheartedly, in front of whose happiness he forgets his happiness. By giving so much love and not getting love in return, he loves her, due to which he loses his happiness, laughter, and self-respect everything, and what he gets in return is just pain and tears. Something similar has happened to me. I too loved one such person and lost everything. That person is not a friend, good friend, close friend, best friend of mine but was a teacher of mine.

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

"I think the greatest tragedy of all, is to deem yourself incapable of love. No it's not that I can't love or that I won't fall in love. It's just that I simply consider myself incapable of staying in love. The thought, the unbearable heaviness of someone getting to know me is too much for the fragile shell of my body to bear. It is, afterall, just a shell into which the pain behind my mother's tears seeps and then dries up into salt and bitterness. It is, afterall, just a shell into which the anger in my father's veins bursts and paints the inside red with it. It is, after all, just a shell, salt and blood mixed. Now that I think of it, the greatest tragedy of all might be children. Childre