Tragic Love Stories Books Novels & Stories

He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

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..

“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…”

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.

Rest I can guarantee you that you won't get bored with the storyline. The following are my books; if interested, do give a look over them: Can't help falling in love (Book 1)-Completed Purchased by the Mafia (Book 2)-Completed Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3)-Completed My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4)-Completed ***** Her Unloved Mate (Book 1)- Completed My Bride is not a human (Book 2)-Completed Her Chosen Mate (Book 3)- Completed Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Book 4): Completed

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story)- Upcoming * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)

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.

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

“I’m telling you the truth. It was already too late when I arrived. I came to save your country, but you misunderstood. You thought I was the one who killed your people.” My chest tightened painfully. All this time… I had hated the wrong man. “That bastard.” I clenched my teeth. “I’ll kill him.” “The crown didn’t save him, Alessia. I took his life with the same hands that are holding you now… before I came for you.” The rage in my heart turned into a different kind of fire. I turned around and looked at my War God—the man who had killed a king to keep me. “I love you, Draven,” I whispered. Draven’s thumb brushed my cheek. “This time,” he whispered, “no one will take you away from me.”

But it didn’t. I swallowed everything back. It isn't Lucas’ fault, I reminded myself. It isn't his fault that the Italian mob has been worshiping a fraud. A half-Russian fraud. The very thing they hate. It wasn't his fault that his father loved his mother so much he hid everything and treated Lucas like his own. It isn't his fault that I had a crappy father who hadn't thought of faking everything and instead he boasted to everybody that he broke the rules because he was in love! As if love could save him from the consequences. Turns out, I was his last resort.