Tragic Love Novels Novels & Stories

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.

“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

Then, Adrian uttered, "Since you insist on lying to me, I'll give you one final true love test. Do you choose this coffin, or do you choose to marry me? You can only pick one." I stared at Adrian in disbelief, unable to comprehend that he could do something so absurd. "Put it back! My mother is in there! If you really throw it down, I will never forgive you!" Adrian's temper flared instantly. "You won't even choose me over a fake coffin? Camilla, you're truly heartless. I declare that you have failed your final true love test. Now watch me marry Vivian. As for this thing…" Adrian glanced at the coffin and sneered, "Throw it down! Just looking at it annoys me!"

That was the day, he proved that he truly loved Rafaella, but his way of getting her was not perfect and you know, even though we humans are not perfect, we wish for perfection and the same was asked by Rafaella. That is how Adonis’ love also became toxic. She looked down at the bag, realizing the blue diary in it. It held a lot of secrets and they needed to be kept buried. She knew where she had to keep it safe. Hades did not mention much about Nathaniel but he wrote that he knew Nathaniel had a crush on her, which turned into obsession. He did not write further but he realized that Nathaniel also loved Alessandra when he closed his eyes, accepting her decision which was clear by her attack

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

I said sweetly, my voice dripping with innocence, “isn’t it true that sometimes the greatest love stories are the most forbidden ones? Even when there’s an age gap… or someone else standing in the way?” The class murmured. Professor Winsley’s hand tightened around his marker. He turned to me slowly, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that commanding intensity that made my knees weak. “Miss Maradona,” he said, his voice dangerously calm, “in literature, forbidden love usually ends in tragedy. One or both parties get destroyed. Are you sure you want to discuss that topic?” I smiled, slow and wicked. “Oh, I’m very sure, Professor Winsley. I love a good tragedy… especially when I’m the one wri

she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

She was the bride of a ghost king who loved her and she loved him. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

‘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.

Another novel inspired by my husband and his long-lost first love—the woman who married his brother instead. A “tragic romance.” A “love that defied fate.” A story the world simply refused to let rot in its grave. How touching. “The illustrations are so beautiful!” a girl beside me squealed, clutching the book to her chest. “I’m going to buy it and read all night.” Another chimed in, “I cried just looking at the cover!” Ser Lewis said nothing. Wise man. The shopkeeper finally noticed me. His eyes flicked over my clothes. He found them simple but well-tailored. Understated but expensive. His smile sharpened.