Tragic Love Books Novels & Stories

Her tears shimmered against the light as she shouted back, “Then you made him feel! You made him love! And now you think you can take that back?” For the first time, the god faltered. A shadow — brief and almost human — crossed Travian’s face. The faintest flicker of sorrow cracked through his divine composure, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “Love,” he murmured, “is not meant for those who bridge heaven and flesh. It is the flaw that unravels all order.” Elara’s voice rose against the storm. “Then let it unravel!”

"Y'know, I had a really bad feeling earlier. It felt as if I was about to lose you. It was so painful… Did something happen to you?" I lowered my eyes and raised the finger that I had bandaged up on purpose. "I was preparing a gift for you earlier and cut my finger accidentally." "A gift?" He studied my wounded finger skeptically. Then, I looked straight into his eyes calmly and said, "Yeah. It's right there in the drawer. You can open it after tonight." Matthew breathed a sigh of relief and tightened his hold around me. "Babe, I think I love you more than I imagined. My heart was in so much pain and I threw up blood even when all you had was this minor injury.

Aaron widened his eyes and read the divorce agreement over and over again. He was in disbelief. “When did I sign this?” “Just now.” “You’re so despicable. You cheated and made me sign it! Is this man your lover?” Aaron did not give up. When I hesitated, Andrew nodded. “Elena and I are true loves. Please don’t bother Elena in the future, otherwise I won’t let you off the hook.” “Goodbye.” I no longer looked at Aaron.

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

Most of these books were classics, I took note of that. I wondered if he had read all these books or just bought them and kept them here for decorative purposes. He had a backward mentality, so I guess he never actually read all these. I picked up a book and looked at the title, Romeo and Juliet. For someone who hates love, he sure loves a good romance story. Maybe he likes it because it's a tragedy. Weirdo. I opened up the book and sat on the table there as I flipped through it. I just skimmed over the texts. I had read the book a long time ago. I remember having that discussion with Sebastian not too long ago. I just hated that they didn't have a happy ending.

Only the pages of her favorite books did portray what true love looked like. The ideology of love was written in ink and laid to rest in the warm pages of hard, leather jacket books which were found in the cold, dusty shelf of an old library. There it laid, buried and not to be exhumed. What made her think mere mortals could find love? Romeo and Juliet's love story was one hell of a kind but it would never be real. At least, not in her lifetime or anyone else's.

For a moment, his mind drifted back to that unexpected kiss with Tristan during truth or dare, and he blinked, quickly shaking himself out of it. "Okay... moving on," he muttered, closing the episode and trying a different series. But the same genre kept popping up. It seemed this laptop was packed with nothing but boy-love romances. "Seriously...?" he sighed, before abruptly shutting the laptop. "Troy’s got an interesting taste," he grumbled, placing it back on the desk. As he turned toward the bed, his eyes caught sight of a book on Troy's nightstand titled "Our Sweet Melody" by Chelle.

"Colleen, I'm sorry, but as you can see, Rosie and I are together now. I can't keep dragging this on with you. Given your current status, you won't be allowed into the Johnson family. I hope you understand." I stared at him. "Why, Adrian? Do you really think I'm tainted just because of that kidnapping incident? But I've proven otherwise to you. Besides, if you truly love me, these things wouldn't matter…" Adrian suddenly interrupted me harshly. "Enough!" "Colleen, that's enough. I did love you, so I've tried my best, but I just can't bring myself to touch you. Every time I do, I feel like I'm going to puke. I've seen a psychologist, and I've suffered for three years. Why can't you understand

“A tragic one.” “All the memorable ones are. Orpheus and Eurydice. Romeo and Juliet. Tristan and Isolde,” he listed. “They all die tragically at the end, or they may as well when they lose the love of their life. Sentient beings can’t experience love and obsession so complete without tragedy and loss. When you love someone, heartbreak is inevitable.” Lily didn’t subscribe to that idea. She believed in romance, in happily ever afters. She might not have experienced her own yet, but she had to believe there was a happily ever after somewhere out there, waiting for her. Otherwise, Anthony

I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure. I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathcliff and Edgar, and their doomed love triangle, isn´t right. Neither is ´Gone with the Wind´, with Scarlett, Rhett and Ashley. ´Pride and Prejudice´, ´Jane Eyre´, ´Anna Karenina´, all dwell on the failure of three lovers to make their situation work. In the end, I choose something very different, ´Time Enough for Love´, an old 1970´s Sci-fi novel, in which the characters make their polyamorous family work.