Tragic Love Stories Novels & Stories

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

My mum always says to love is to suffer, but when I met Justin, life became beautiful and all the suffering I had gone through in the past. Just like every beautiful love story will start, it was one beautiful morning; only that it wasn't a beautiful day, it was raining, raining cats and dogs.

The grief, pain, and screams all at once returned In droves. "If he truly misses he would have called but he didn’t, he truly misses me he would have responded to the messages I sent but he didn’t, if he truly misses me he would have visited or let me visit but you what! He didn’t" I just had to stop talking; I have nothing to say right now, if I continue talking I would burst into tears. After so many years, of believable lies and fake love, I can’t deal with this anymore. He doesn’t miss me, he doesn’t even care. "Dani!" He sighed

Hecate was in deep thought as she rested on the roof near the window. Before she knew it, she was struck on the wing. She fell down the three-story building. In order not to disturb the neighborhood, queen Lorelai did not go after her. The bird lay helpless on the floor. She was not to be there till the following morning but she was too hurt to fly.

I hated crying in front of people who were still lying to me. “I trusted you,” I whispered. “I know,” he said quickly. “And I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I promise.” Promise. Another recycled word. He pulled me into a hug. His chest felt familiar, safe in a way my heart no longer trusted. I stayed there because love is stubborn. It clings even when truth is begging to be heard. “I won’t hurt you again,” he murmured. But he didn’t know something important. He was apologizing for one girl.

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***

A real life nightmare. Love triangles proved her theory of love being fake. It proved that love led to lies and heartbreak and trust being shattered like a glass vase being thrown away. Breaking into a million little pieces the moment it hit the ground. It was ruined. Broken beyond repair. She knew it was dramatic. It was a love triangle. It wasn’t full of hate or ploys of three people doing all they could to destroy each other. They weren’t enemies- not all of them, at least. Though there were two sides, two people who would be pitted against each other as someone- usually some lost girl was stuck in the middle, torn between two men, had them fight for her. Two halves of her heart beating f

I stared at the pictures on the screen and the tears immediately flowed down upon seeing how happy we were that time. We looked so happy and in love with each other. As though nothing could ever separate them apart. They seemed inseparable, unbreakable even. That no one could ever imagine they will miserably fall apart. I scanned all the photos and my heart shattered into pieces as everything flashed back in my head. “Stupid,” I hissed. I'm too stupid to keep them and now everything was coming back again. I'm done crying. I've had enough. I should be moving on by now but just by seeing those pictures, I immediately went back from the start.

"A love that defied the odds and forged a bond strong enough to withstand even the darkest of times." As they continued to explore the contents of the box, they uncovered a series of scrolls intricately bound with silken threads, each one bearing witness to the love story that had transcended centuries of hatred and prejudice. With bated breath, they unrolled the scrolls, their eyes scanning the handwritten passages that recounted the trials and tribulations faced by Draven and Lysandra, the star-crossed lovers who had dared to defy the norms of their time.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.