Tragedy You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

You couldn't even bother to bring me a bottle of water. The entire office went so quiet that I could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on us. Ashton's Adam's apple bobbed heavily twice. "I'm sorry." The words seemed to take every ounce of strength he possessed. I looked at him. Eight years, and this was the very first time I had ever heard him apologize. It was incredibly ironic. This apology wasn't born out of genuine remorse. It was sparked by a 20-million-dollar liability. "The raw data is on my personal cloud drive. I've always kept backups," I said.

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

The next second, Noel's car experienced a strong impact, and the car window’s shards flew everywhere. Blood gushed out from him like a fountain. He felt emptiness before the intense pain came. Before Noel lost consciousness, he used the last of his energy to yank off the necklace around his neck. A song was still playing in his car, which had been crushed to pieces. It sang, "I had you before. It pains me so much now." Stella found out about Noel's accident eight hours later.

Mу vоісе cracked as I descended іntо one gіаnt ѕоb, mу vоісе nо lоngеr rесоgnіѕаblе as all the pain саmе flooding оut. “I’m sorry, god, Iz, рlеаѕе don’t cry. I just . . . I wasn’t in a grеаt place. I rеgrеttеd іt thе moment I left, but I knеw іn my heart іt wаѕ the bеѕt thіng tо dо. I hаd tо gо tо ѕаvе you from mуѕеlf.”

My voice is a whisper, lost in the wind. The pain twists tighter, a promise burning in my heart. My knees buckle, sinking into the snow, the cold biting through my dress, but nothing compared to the ache clawing at my chest. “I’m so sorry for everything. Oh, Dad,” the tears spill, hot and relentless. The cold ground bites into my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the ache in my chest. The scent of marigolds is sweet and sharp. It fills my nose, mingling with the salt of my tears.

Chapter 32: Tragedy (Part 2) If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity? ************** |Nate| I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. Kade's words still rang torturously in my mind. I had to protect Verena. "Nate. Listen to me." Trevor's voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Do you think you can move your hands a little?"

Still, he asked, "Really? I would rather not take advantage of you while you're vulnerable." While he still had no idea what was wrong with me, he could see my conflict, that my mind was resistant despite the honesty of my body. But I really couldn't care—my addiction was almost killing me, and right now, he was my remedy! Only he could save me! He grinned as I reached out and grasped his member, feeling the fiery heat as it quivered in my grasp. All I could think about was to consume him—to possess him, to desire him.

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch

“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.

Already the pain seared through my abdomen, my mind was trying to cope with the torment so I curled collapsing on the cold ground, and I threw my hands around my waist trying to ease this burning agony and screamed so hard his name that my soul ached, for eternity. With my last strengths, I remembered Edgar left in our house the serum that did me so much harm. I desperately wanted to put my hands on it, at least to use it for revenge somehow. Through the flames that were burning my soul, I took it and got out of the house before it collapsed to the ground and, along with it, all of my hopes and dreams of a perfect life.