Tragedy Novels & Stories

“Is he in the medical field?” “He’s dead.” Ava’s eyes flicker to her, understanding. “I’m sorry to hear that.” It’s the normal courtesy to say when people hear of your loss but it feels more genuine to hear coming from someone who went through the same thing. Mia wonders how she lost her boyfriend. She doubts Ava experienced the same ordeal as hers. She doubts Ava was ecstatic when the lights went out of her boyfriend’s eyes. Because Mia certainly did. And she will do anything to watch it happen all over again.

Laynie So, Irony can be damaging, hurtful and cruel. It can inflict pain that knows no boundaries, but I think irony is meant to allow you to see the good in every situation. For me and Jared it did just that. Six months ago, I was afraid he might turn back into his former self. He did, and it was perfect. I know Jared is my forever and if I didn't know it before, I for sure know it walking down the aisle to him. Jared was right, I did deserve my dream wedding.

It's already noon. "UGH!!!" I groan while messing my head as I can't think of any to improve my work! Creating a happy ending is so hard for me as a tragedy writer! I need to have some ideas! I hurriedly stand up, open my vault, and look for a book that gives my idea a happy ending. Then it suddenly comes to my mind that I don't have any. All my books are mostly tragedy, horror, fantasy, and what he said is "Love Story." with a quotation.

"Colleen, it was our fault! Please come back and save Adrian. He tried to jump into the river while we weren't looking. He can't survive without you!" I was eating fruit Caleb had cut for me, watching the videos and apologies like they were a joke. Netizens commented disdainfully. "It's too late for regrets." Honestly, those were my exact thoughts. They didn't cherish what they had when it was theirs, so who exactly were they putting on this performance for now?

This was the consequence. In the real world, every choice came with a tag. No matter how young one was, nobody could run away from paying the price. … The company collapsed even faster than I expected. In less than a week, the office was cleared out. The plants that used to be mine and the ergonomic chair I picked out myself were all taken away to settle debts. Martin sold his car, then his apartment. Still, it was nowhere near enough to cover the breach penalties and the loss of my equipment.

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

Rania was still in a state of shock, it was already getting dark, but the screams, hateful looks, and disgusted stares at her were still visible. Moreover, the blood from her parents, when their heads separated from the body. One last look of affection, even a word her father spoke before the Guillotine knife finally cut his throat. "You must stay alive and remember all that they have done. The gods will never stand by the tyranny of sinners—" Benedict's words stopped when his head was separated from his body, and that was the terrible thing that Rania remembered. Rania hugged her body, and she shivered uncontrollably, remembering all the events today. Her father's eyes were red with tears,

| In Denial | HIS SUITE was bewilderingly luxurious, grander, ecclesiastical—it has a separate living area, two bedrooms, a dining area. He’s rich. How can he live in this wide space all by himself? Isn’t it too boring? Sometimes rich people seem not to enjoy their luxurious life. Yes, they can have the materialistic thing they want but they can never buy happiness. They’re lack happiness. Yes, money can buy everything, but it doesn’t mean that it can make you happy all the time. The purpose of money is to satisfy your needs. Basically, not favorable among us.

I opened my eyes fully and looked down at the sweet child peeking sleepily up at me. "You hurted my daddy," Miguel mumbled in confusion. My heart dropped and I shook my head. I wasn't completely responsible for their deaths. I mean their father died in the stupid Iraq war and their blonde haired mother hung herself after getting the news. I dealt with death but not the way the individual died, that was solely on those fate bitches. "This is bullshit, let's go, don't ever forget about me little man, we will meet again in the future, this I swear," I growled. I moved him off me, patting his head sweetly and hurried past Maria cursing me while holding a cross up at me.

As right now I felt hopeless, growing more and more distressed when their eyes began searching for our presences below. I glanced hastily at the surroundings, regarding the swamp field all round while searching with forced breaths for some kind of miracle or a place to run and hide from the clouds of imminent destruction. In a flash I caught sight of it but instead of what I seeked, I found something much worse, something that had my heart plummeting at the sight of the newly discovered tragedy.