Tragedy Love Novels & Stories

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

He pushed him to stand up, walked silently towards his room with shaky legs. He sank to the floor beside his bed, and he cried louder this time; the sound echoed to his room. "I am Sorry, Eve, I don't know you loved me the way I loved you, but now, even I can't express my feelings because......" he choked out, his voice raw with pain. Before finishing the sentence, the calling bell rang outside his room.

“I used to be so excited to meet you, but your father doesn’t love us anymore. He doesn’t deserve to be your dad… and I can’t bring you into a world so full of cruelty. “I’m sorry.” Once I calmed myself down, I threw out everything Sam and Lily had brought into this place. Then, I opened the storage room, only to see everything I held dear had been tossed carelessly onto the floor. The pain in my heart tightened. I knelt down and quietly began picking up the pieces, tears falling as I moved. Three out of five small flower pots were shattered, and the plants inside were nearly dead, barely holding on. My mom’s pure white Persian rug, the one I’d taken such good care of, was now covered in mud

And Elena knew. The story was not over. The tragedy was not over. The pain was not over. But the love was not over either. And that was enough. For now.

~ Dorathy ~ I looked at him again. “Sometimes the real tragedy isn’t loving the wrong person. It’s loving the right person at the wrong time.” Tears slipped down my face now, but I didn’t wipe them away. “I loved you enough to fight for us,” I continued. “But I love you enough to stop standing in the way of your happiness.” I wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling the years of pent-up exhaustion settling into my bones.

It's hard to believe she ever shared a tiny two-bedroom with me. "We chose Tristan and Isolde. Claire said you two have never seen it," Sam says while resting her head on Dan's shoulder. I shake my head. I have never even heard that title before. I take a seat next to Claire and she hooks her arm around mine. "Supposedly it is a love story that is more tragic than Romeo and Juliet. Mariah said it even made her cry. That is what made me say yes," Claire explains and I laugh when I spot Mariah glaring at Claire for spilling her secret.

My ballet instructor Madam Marisha used to say, that love is a beautifully tragic dance, where every step is a delicate balance between ecstasy and the agony of a thousand heartbreaks. I debauched in the ecstasy that love granted me, it was blinding, passionate, kind... It was everything I missed in life. But I wasn't ready for the heartbreak, a sudden pirouette that spun me into the dark abyss, where the music of love abruptly changed its tune, and the once graceful movements became a chaotic choreography of misery, leaving me stumbling on a stage of shattered promises.

"And you never will. I know that now. I've always known it, really. I just couldn't accept it." The room was silent. No one seemed to know what to say to that. I stood up slowly, walking down the steps from the throne until I was standing a few feet from her. "Your love," I said quietly, "has caused nothing but death and destruction. It killed your sister. It cursed me. It hurt Sena. It killed Thane. It tortured Marta. Your love is poison, Lydia. And I want nothing to do with it." She nodded, fresh tears falling. "I know."

Was this truly love? Love should not bring agony. Love should not create tears. Lucas sobbed. Holding Velia tightly, he had no face to face the world. How could Velia's source of misery be my own mother? Velia sobbed. She kept crying and pouring out all the tears that had been held back for so long. Everything overflowed without anything left to conceal. Both had reasons to mourn their fate. Their sobs intertwined. Piercing screams. They both blamed the past. Ironically, their separation happened against their will. It was an intervention of misunderstanding or perhaps a meticulously planned scheme. If Sandra could orchestrate a tragic accident with such precision, what was stopping her from

She spent the next fifteen minutes on the floor, crying her heart out before walking to the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She already had huge bags under her eyes and her cheeks had streaks of her mascara mixed with her tears. She looked miserable. She had long realised that she couldn't come to love anyone else other than Ashton, when she tried to date much more handsome and richer guys than Ashton. She wanted no one else but him. For Callie, no one could replace her Ashton. It was all Katherine's fault that her life had become so vague and meaningless.