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.

Not a tragedy. Just a woman finally learning what staying would cost.

"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

Sage laughed while nudging me with her elbow. “Ugh. How many times do I have to remind you all that I’m not interested in a chosen mate. I am perfectly happy on my own. Nothing good comes from having a mate… of any kind.” I said softly while looking down at my food. It’s because of mates that this whole thing started. Fated mates died during the plague. Who knows what the Moon Goddess was trying to accomplish with that. How anyone is brave enough to take a mate of any kind after the Fated Plague is mind-boggling to me. I’m not scared of many things, but taking a mate, that’s one I will openly admit to being fearful of.

Riah, the former queen of Barrmount stared at the crackling fire in front of her. Smoke rose from the giant pyre and touched the darkened sky. She sported a calm smile despite the pain in her heart. One of the bodies in the pyre belonged to her mate, Riordan. The shallow breaths didn’t ease the stress on her lungs. Dark spots danced in her vision. Losing a bonded mate did that to a person. It weakened them, causing them to be a shell of who they were once. Her body swayed with weakness.

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.