Tragedy Novels & Stories

“And you actually believe her? Do you really think she wants a divorce? This is all an act! Do you think signing a few papers lets her off the hook? Her debt isn’t paid—not even close!” Lucas let out a cold laugh, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. “She’s dreaming if she thinks I’ll let this happen.” Karen observed her son’s reaction with bewilderment. “Haven’t you always despised her? Now she’s willingly walking away, leaving everything behind—shouldn’t this be the best possible outcome?” Her eyes narrowed slightly, a calculating glint flashing through them. “It’s been years since Grandma passed. You shouldn’t dwell on it too much. Yes, that woman caused the

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Kaitlyn cocked her head and sneered, “How do you feel seeing Aaron only treating me well? In the past, you took away all of my father’s love, now I’m taking Aaron’s love away. It’s very fair.” “I have money and status, and I’m Aaron’s wife, so our child won’t be illegitimate. It’s not too bad.” The statement hurt Kaitlyn. Her expression darkened. She slowly walked toward me. I sneered, “Why? Are you going to hit me here?” I did not expect Kaitlyn to grab my hand and fall backward. She slammed herself into the glass coffee table. With a loud bang, the glass shattered into a million pieces. Kaitlyn was lying in a pool of her own blood.

Rebecca concluded her story. By the time Rebecca finished her story, Rachel's eyes were already glittering with tears as she was crying, although it had never occurred to her that her mother was working for the organization, what pained her most was the pain her mother had passed through in the hands of the organization, they had killed her husband, depriving her of her love, even her mother did not know why they were pursued nor did she know why her husband was murdered, she did not feel any hatred towards her parents, rather her love for them grew, as she knew of the hardship her mother had gone through.

She wanted to watch her death, so she did not shut her eyes while she drove into the pole. Everyone thought it was either careless driving or maybe she lost control of the steering wheel. But only Jasmine was aware of what Marrita did. She had seen Marrita’s note. In it Marrita talked about how she was not going to enslave herself to a man she did not know and how she was going to end it in the best way known to her.

When I pushed open my bedroom door, Lyra was practically vibrating with happiness on the chair beside my bed. A pizza box sat open on my sheets like some absurd offering to a goddess I no longer felt worthy of worshipping. Grief keeps stretching me thin — sometimes I go numb, sometimes a small thing makes all my feelings flood back at once. Humor and hunger both do that, in different ways.

But because of this power and struggling for throne, adding my stupidity in the past made my family faced the tragic and miserable ending in their life. In this life, I swear I will never lose again from someone and end up dying pathetically. The end I experienced once, is not where the curtains will fall down. Instead it is where my curtains will rise up and show to them that this woman will perform a magnificent play for them to be entertained. I will be the one who will have the last stand in this second life.

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

I'm so sorry, man." He reached out, but Denzel was beyond comfort.Denzel's body shook, his sobs tearing through the room like a hurricane. Cordelia held him, her own body wracked with grief. Ronald and Jason joined them, forming a circle of sorrow, their tears mingling as they mourned the loss of their beloved Nira.The room was a blur of pain, the air thick with anguish. Denzel's heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. He couldn't imagine a world without Nira and couldn't bear the thought of living without her by his side.As they held each other, their wails echoed through the mansion, a haunting chorus of grief that seemed to shak

The regret, like a relentless tide, threatened to drown her in sorrow. The thought that her pursuit of financial aid for her son's surgery had inadvertently become the catalyst for this tragedy pierced Marisa's heart. She questioned her choices, wondering if the desperate circumstances justified the means. The guilt of trading her well-being for her son's health now mingled with the grief of losing someone who had unknowingly walked into the crossfire of her decisions.

She choked out, she was running out of breath "I'm sorry I didn't believe you, I'm sorry I let you down" She said, reaching out her bloody hand to touch his face. She wiped his tears, she couldn't bare to see him like this, especially when it was because of her. She was running out of breath, she was tired, she just wanted to sleep. She finally closed her eyes, taking her last breath in his arms. "No! Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hadn't confessed sooner" He mumbled, his lips trembling, but he knew she was gone... he wasn't in time.