Tragic Love Books Novels & Stories

And weren’t we always taught not to judge a book by its cover? As Liviana’s view of life widened and nothing seemed so simple, she found herself delving into books more and more often. They were her escape- that blanket that kept reality from turning her soul blue. And with the more she read, the more tropes she came across. Star-crossed lovers. Forbidden romance. Opposites attract. Friends to lovers. Enemies to Lovers. And so much more that she absolutely adored.

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

"But it's my personal diary, you should have keep off. Is that why you tore many pages off it? Even some pages I wrote about my life?" "It was quite difficult trying to get the sketch right. Besides, the bird kept changing positions, what was I to do?" "That's why you devoured my book?" Fury surged through me. "Why do you keep screaming at me? It's not easy to draw or to sketch." "But it's my diary! My diary!" Juliet stepped into the room, and she walked to John, "that's enough Trina you are making him feel bad." "But he should feel bad since it's his fault my diary is ruined."

“Deal.” Adrian began reading, voice softer now, almost blending with the rain outside. “‘He knew loving him was dangerous,’” he read slowly, “but danger had never felt so much like home.” Cassian hummed faintly. “Accurate.” “Shh,” Adrian warned. “I’m narrating emotional damage.” “I’m appreciating literature.” “You’re distracting me.” “Continue.” Adrian rolled his eyes but didn’t stop. The story continued—tragic longing, forbidden closeness, two people orbiting each other like they were doomed to collide but never survive the impact.

*“My dearest J, If I could go back, I would choose you every single time. I see your face in the morning light, hear your laughter in the silence. They told me it was wrong. That we were wrong. But how can something so true be a mistake? I should’ve run after you. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve been the man you needed me to be. I write these now because I never stopped loving you. Yours, even when I’m gone, Kenneth.”* I couldn’t hold the tears back this time. They came like the tide steady, unrelenting. The love we lost wasn’t just memory. It lived here, in ink. In confession. In regret.

“You. Me. Him.” Yvette nodded slowly. “The three of us. We’re the trinity.” Tristan’s voice was grave. “And if one of us breaks?” Yvette closed the book. “Then Elias wins.” --- The night dragged on. Yvette couldn’t sleep. Her dreams were laced with fire and water. Screaming and silence. Faces that shifted into her own. She sat outside on the porch as dawn approached, Branwen’s diary cradled in her lap. Tristan joined her silently, sitting beside her with two mugs of bitter tea. The sky was a dull gray, clouds like bruises.

Aria’s fire, her defiance, her love so fierce it made the world shift around her. They had already been through hell. And this—this was the choice magic offered them? I shook my head slowly, disbelief turning into dread. “This can’t be it,” I murmured to the empty library. “This can’t be the only truth.” But the book did not argue. It simply lay there, ancient and unyielding, its pages filled with the bones of stories that had ended badly—stories where love was not enough to outrun magic designed to destroy it. My hands curled into fists against the table.

Somewhere behind me, I hear a glass shatter. Damian finally finds his voice. “Elena, please... this isn’t the place.” I turn to him slowly. Really look at him. Our marriage was not based on love, but eventually, Damian became the man I loved. The same man who doubted me. The man who stood beside my daughter's and let them lower an empty coffin into the ground. “You’re right,” I say softly. “It isn’t the place.” My gaze flicks back to Isabelle. “But neither was the hospital. Or the courtroom. Or my marriage.”

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.

Trisi yelled. Trisi's mood is subject to change frequently. She would be all loving at you, and the next minute she can bark at you like a dog. However, she doesn't get angry at Avie and Shawn as much as she does with Heena. One would think that she gave birth to Heena to a man that abandoned them before meeting her present husband. There was no history of Trisi getting engaged to two men in her youth days and she has no record of being divorced in the past.