Tragic Love Books Novels & Stories

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

She said . "It's okay Bryan, I have forgiven you, but the truth is... I am now very scared of you". "I still recall vividly all the pains I went through loosing our baby, but there was nothing neither I nor anyone else could do about it"! "And I still recall how I was caught up between life and death, and I saw myself loosing my strength and dying gradually". She cried... She concluded, "I have lost faith and trust in the man I decided to spend the rest of my life with, and right now...I do not know what next to do". She bursted into tears again, and asked her husband..

Hildagard said as Mrs Marquis clapped once. "Impressive child. A great listener you are? What do you think Callisto?" Mrs Marquis asked. "Sasha was an impressive woman and though the book points out that she trusted the wrong woman, the book didn't identify it as her weakness. Last paragraph of chapter ten said, Sasha chose to love. Sasha's greatest weakness wasn't trust it was the day she sacrificed everything she had worked for to love a man who was focused from removing her from the picture. This is why forbidden love never ends well for the one whose's hands are stained with blood especially a woman." I explained my personal opinion as the two women who stayed with me in the room seemed

She didn't know how to make things right. "I'm sorry, Sarah," Lily said, tears filling her eyes. "I never wanted to hurt you. It was a mistake, and I regret it." James and Lily both apologized to Sarah, but she wasn't ready to forgive them yet. She needed time to process what had happened and decide whether or not she could trust them again. As the three of them parted ways, Lily felt like her world was falling apart. She had lost the two people she cared about the most, and she didn't know how to fix things.

She’d been Miss Scarlet that afternoon, the one murdered in that game. ‘He did not embarrass me, Petros. Now do you remember the story or not?’ Petros nodded and laughed. ‘Of course I do, but remind me.’ Sighing, Carrie began, ‘The story I told her wasn’t in the book, it was one my father had often told me. It was called the Child of the Sea. He loved the sea, didn’t he?’ she mused thoughtfully. ‘Ironic, that the sea caused his death, in a roundabout way.’

Eros and Damon, who didn't notice, immediately turned their heads when they heard Cleo's question. "Is there something about that girl?" asked Eros, curious because he also seemed to feel a sad pull. "I don't know, but I feel a great pull when I see her," Aresh replied and was nodded to by Eros. "I feel it," Eros replied quickly. "Like there's sadness?" "Why can you feel it, but I can't?" protested Damon, making them a glare. That was Damon's response whenever he didn't feel anything, but if he did feel something, it was always arrogant.

He was charismatic and knew how to keep a conversation interesting, his devilish tongue has wooed more than one third of the SLake girls population. Nevertheless I suppose my beliefs are the reason I am single and I stand to say I won't settle for less, I didn't wait sixteen years to give myself to a scumbag, if I am ever going to date in high school that guy has to worth me... Read that again. Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Hei

Lydia exclaimed not wanting to believe as she was shocked. "Why are you shocked, I thought you said you didn't love him when you broke up with him some years ago, so it's natural for someone else to like him as you didn't like him," he teased his daughter. Lydia's face turned red from embarrassment, she had felt shocked when her father had told her that Alex and Rachel were lovers, she still had some faint feelings for Alex so she was shocked, although she could not describe the feelings she had towards him, she felt it was love, during the last four years, she realized how greatly she had missed him, cause after their graduation, she and James had separated going their different ways, even

I covered my mouth trying not to sob louder. “I have to.” “No you don’t.” “Yes I do.” “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in years,” he admitted brokenly. “I finally found love again because of you.” My heart completely shattered. “I love you, Isabella.” Fresh tears rushed down my face instantly. Because hearing those words only made leaving harder. More impossible. “I can’t lose you too.” The vulnerability in his voice destroyed every bit of strength I had left. Sebastian pulled me tightly against his chest while holding me like he was terrified I would disappear.

“Out loud. Start to finish. Every word.” Her mouth went dry. “Professor—” “Elias,” he corrected, voice low. “When it’s just us. And yes. Read.” She swallowed. Took the pages from his hand. Her fingers brushed his—warm, deliberate—and a shiver raced down her spine. She started. “Wuthering Heights is not merely a story of doomed love; it is a brutal examination of obsession, of bodies and souls twisted together until neither can breathe without the other…”