Tragedy You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

Dallas Sadness crashed over me the moment Ryder walked out of the ceremony. A twisted, selfish spark inside me flickered with dark satisfaction that still cared enough for my actions to hit him so deeply. But that small victory did nothing to loosen the heavy, suffocating ache that had taken root in my chest. It only made everything hurt worse.

And now… now they’re singing. It’s not a loud song. It doesn’t need to be. It’s perfect. A melody of pure, undilutedregret. Every note is a choice unmade, a word unsaid, a wound inflicted. It’s the sound of Arthur’s ambition curdling into betrayal. It’s the sound of Kieran’s love twisting into sacrifice. It’s the sound of my own failures, my own dissolution, reflected back at me with heartbreaking clarity.

Help me. I don’t want to die! Someone help me! I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please help me. I’m sorry for being born so please he

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

Present Valerie's anguished mind replayed the traumatic events that led her to this breaking point. She stood amidst the ravaged room, her anger and frustration still simmering. "Why must I suffer?" Valerie lamented, tears streaming. "I don't deserve this. Death would be a welcome escape." She clutched a shattered glass fragment, resolve etched on her face, and stepped into the bathroom. Today, she would free herself from this endless agony. Valerie raised the glass shard, poised to end her suffering. Trembling hands faltered, memories of her mother's last words echoing:

I crouched protectively over Gillian, wiped the tears from my face, and tore the divorce papers into pieces. "Go to hell, all of you!" I left the wolves' den with Gillian in my arms. Even after the door was slammed shut, I could hear Lincoln and Maria yelling, insulting, and crying over me nonstop. Every word of theirs nailed us to a humiliating cross without an ounce of mercy. I rushed Gillian to the emergency room for a thorough check. Only when the doctor assured me that she was fine could I breathe easily. I had neither friends nor family in Jorris City, so I could only stay the night in a hotel. By the time I managed to coax Gillian to sleep, the sky was turning bright.

My tears suddenly fell like a river while staring at the door. This is not the best decision that I've made, but it's not also the worst. I just don't want their family will be ruined just because of me. We met and also end by tragedy. That's how the destiny played with us, it's a huge mess game, but I learned many lessons while playing this game.

Sarah Darkness enveloped me—a certainty in the chaos. My heart wailed with an anguish so profound it pierced my very soul. What sin had I committed to deserve this torment? I dared to turn away from my marriage with Philip, but never did I envision the depths of his cruelty, stripping me of everything I held dear. For my heart bled so profusely that sensation eluded me, I was numb to the cascade of tears, leaving only the haunting embrace of grief. "Sarah! Sarah!" It's as though Amir was right before my eyes, within the stark confines of the hospital ward. Every fiber of my being ached to reach out to him, to envelop myself in his embrace, and to release the weight of my sorrow upon his shou

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

Andrew and Sally were the best parents in the world and had devoted everything to Dylan and Bernice. Dylan still refused to believe it. He yelled, "Dad, Mom, stop playing around and come out!" No matter how much he yelled, screamed, and struggled, the fact that his parents had passed away was undeniable. No one would be coming out of that room anymore. A wave of panic consumed Dylan, and his eyes went red. He collapsed onto the floor, his expression one of unbearable pain. I didn't feel a shred of sympathy as I watched the scene. I only felt a deep sense of satisfaction.