Tragedy Stories Novels & Stories

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down. She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go. His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife. " Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair. " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door. Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum. She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be

Every word cut like glass, but I held still, refusing to let her see me flinch. She continued, spiraling into her tale of misery. “I was a rogue once, yes—but I fought, I survived, I married into this pack twice! My first husband killed himself. My second betrayed me—he tried to sell my pups before they were slaughtered by the men who worked for my ex-boyfriend. My children, gone. And now my current husband—he faces criminal charges when he is a good man who deserves better than this cursed life.”

contraposed Zylah with visible skepticism. "The two stories are sad and tragic "I caught myself talking, and I had to clear my throat to ward off the discomfort in my throat with the words. "But while no one has yet written a similar script, how about surrendering to the existing novels that we know we will never live?

I nearly killed a man because my wife kept secrets from me. This seems to be the story of my life. We are all living stories. And let's face it — every really good story is far from flat. Everybody loves a juicy tragedy. A frightful thriller. Until, of course, it's their tragedy or their fright. But that's a damn shame because who knows? All of my scary and tragic shit could be prepping me to tell one helluva good story. That's why I belong here. Right here, wherever I am. No, I know. Life sucks, and the shit I am going through is terrible. I'm not denying any of that.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Eloise was probably on her phone navigating on trending haute couture, makeups and hairstyles, Beth, as he assumed, was face timing with her friends, and Nathan was struggling to get to the end of God of wars as he had been doing for the past seven months. The ambulance got closer until it finally rode past him all the way from the direction of the regional hospital certainly to the boneyard. It was a Friday; a removal of corpse day. It wasn't his first time experiencing a scene as such, he always did so whenever he had free time on Fridays because it kind of reminded him that human life wasn't eternal, in fact, it was way too short and also, anything which one had to do he or she should hav