Novel & Cerita Tragic Love Novels

A few traitorous tears slipped past my eyelids hearing him reaffirm his love to me. "I love you too Raphael" I said In between sobs. Raphael kissed my tears away. "Let me go shower wife. Remember we have unfinished business" he whispered before pulling out and giving me a wink. My face got flushed of its colours and I nodded at him. I watched him retreat into the shower whilst I crawled back on the bed, lying on it face up and waiting for Raphael. My husband that I loved so much * * * * * * * Raphael crushed his lips on Nicole's the moment his body met hers on the bed, not even giving her a chance to think. It was dominating, fierce and raw.

While waiting for the response from the laboratory, Petter and Martinez got involved every day more and more intensely, all had already noticed the romance between the two, which made the policewoman’s colleagues happy to know that she was less overwhelmed and enjoying her life more. The woman felt truly happy to share everything with John. She felt safe beside him, the way he cared about her made her comfortable, as if they were one. But the redhead in turn felt an anguish in his chest, because every second with the beautiful woman made him feel more guilty. Guilty of Andy, guilty of deceiving Petter, and guilty of feeling something real at the price of having to cheat who he loved so much.

He read out the book's title so loud that everyone in the coffee shop turned to look at them "How to get a man of yours? Really? That's the title of the book you are reading while you parked your car on the wrong spot? He said, and everyone in the coffee shop laughed and whispered. Doloris was so embarrassed that she quickly took the book and hid it inside her handbag. She carried her handbag as she knew she could no longer come back to the coffee shop out of embarrassment.

“First, I was forced into a marriage with a man I didn't know, then I was treated like a possession, as if that wasn't enough, my life was endangered severally. Meanwhile you were having fun with some mafia heiress.” I felt so heartbroken, Marco had betrayed my trust, how could he do something like that and stand there like it meant nothing because he didn't have feelings for me then. “Did you love her?” I asked, as a tear slid down my face. He shook his head. “I don’t think Seraphina ever loved anyone. She doesn’t know how. But she doesn’t take rejection well.” “Good, you just gave another mafia faction a reason to come after my life again.” I said, my hands trembled slightly as I remember

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!”

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

Inside the house, Cara whispered in her sleep: *"The door opens. The sea returns. The heir chooses." Yvette dropped to her knees inside the circle. The sigil flared with light. Her mouth opened. A scream. A word. A song. None of them and all of them at once. And then— the storm swallowed her. Tristan shouted her name. The mirrors shattered. Light consumed the field. Silence fell. And the farmhouse stood alone. Empty. Waiting. ---

Camila’s breath caught softly. Neither of them moved. Neither looked away. Because there it was. The truth that both of them had been avoiding for weeks. Love. Real love. Messy. Unexpected. Terrifying. But real. Mateo looked at her carefully now. “Tell me to stop loving you,” he whispered. Camila’s eyes filled instantly. Because she knew he would. Even if it destroyed him. That was the difference between Mateo and Lucas. One tried controlling her. The other gave her the choice to leave.

She entertained him and enjoyed his company as well but as the night was about to end, she drugged him and he passed out on the bed. Felix slammed the book shut. Perhaps, all women were the same. Even a fictional female character was as bad as the ones in real life. “What's wrong your highness, are you not enjoying the book?” Felix exhaled to get himself together, “I said I wanted a tragic novel not a woman-shows-she's-badass-by-hurting-a man-feelings novel.” “It is tragic. At the end, her lover was not who he portrayed himself to be. He ended up killing her.”

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.