Tragic Love Story Novels & Stories

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.

I didn’t know how long I cried for, but it wasn’t until a dull pain started throbbing in my stomach that I finally snapped out of it. I gently placed my hand over my belly and forced myself to stand. “I’m sorry, baby,” I whispered. “I used to be so excited to meet you, but your father doesn’t love us anymore. He doesn’t deserve to be your dad… and I can’t bring you into a world so full of cruelty. “I’m sorry.”

Victor and Isabella let me down. Victor, the man I trusted and loved hid a truth that changed how I saw him. Isabella, my daughter kept secrets that could tear our family apart. Their lies and silences hurt me. I felt angry, sad and disbelieving.I rubbed my temples. How did everything fall apart fast? One minute we were getting ready for an event. The next I was facing betrayal. My heart hurt knowing the people I trusted were breaking apart.I tried to understand my feelings. I was angry at Victor. I was disappointed in Isabella. I realized I was blind. All of it was crashing together inside me. I thought about the envelope, the party and the whispers from guests. The images and feelings woul

Our happiness today was in no small part due to their love, support, and sacrifice. Thanks to them, we could now live the love story we truly deserved. _THE END_

Thomas whispered on his lover's ears. "You won't abandon me, right?" Fara’s crestfallen voice gently floated audibly on the ears of the cultivators around. Though it was mosquito like in scale, a murmur, a gentle tremor, yet how could such a paltry hindrance bar the capture of the curious. These lot could change landscapes and empty ocean floors if they wish so, what more some little pronouncements of love in their midst. It was ever the tragic tales of love that invited the fancy of the romantics. This was true in the past, real in the present, and will forever remain significant on the morrow.

I looked at him and his aqua blue eyes looked obscure and they had sadness in them. I know Eric was probably not lying to me, but I was still furious at him, so I stayed quiet until he apologized again. "Please Kee," he begged, and even though I still felt I have to leave if only I want to avoid heartbreak, because I know Eric still loves her even though he does not want to admit it to himself. Now I feel sorry for myself for falling in love with someone who is in love with someone else, and now I can’t even confess my feelings anymore because I already know what the outcome was going to be; which was getting rejected.

Rebecca concluded her story. By the time Rebecca finished her story, Rachel's eyes were already glittering with tears as she was crying, although it had never occurred to her that her mother was working for the organization, what pained her most was the pain her mother had passed through in the hands of the organization, they had killed her husband, depriving her of her love, even her mother did not know why they were pursued nor did she know why her husband was murdered, she did not feel any hatred towards her parents, rather her love for them grew, as she knew of the hardship her mother had gone through.

Janice pauses her speech by putting her right hand over her friend's mouth, the other hand lying on her waist. "Shut up Lucy and get up." She commands in a very cold voice. She looks like she's about to rip anything to pieces. If I consider her, I'm so going to open that door and hand them right over to Travis. My eyes fly back to the sobbing girl still on her knees. She looks so new to this. She stares back at me with glassy eyes and I sigh in defeat. "Troy are you okay?" Travis asks even louder, pounding the door harder than before. "Troy's bedroom, now, we are breaking the door down." he says. Most likely into a walkie talkie. Yep, our lives are that dramatic.

“I can’t wait to invite Dad around for dinner. He’s been dying to see it finished.” “How are things going with your dad?” I asked. “I know I’ve not been around much, with working on the house and all.” Gia radiated happiness. “Things couldn’t be better,” she replied. “Dad took me out for lunch yesterday, and we talked about Mom. He spared me the sordid details, but he speaks so fondly of her, Kian. Their love story is such a tragic one, kind of like Romeo and Juliet but without the death scene at the end.” Then she frowned, rethinking her analogy. “I hope they get a happy ending someday. Soulmates torn apart by tragic circumstances. It just seems so unfair, doesn’t it?”

She never dates with her heart "You will need to open up your heart someday Didi. I know that you decided not to open your heart again after Mason but you really need to let go." Delia felt her heart ache at the mention of Mason. Mason is her ex boyfriend whom she fell hopelessly in love with. They dated for two years and broke up when he told her that he was betrothed to someone else and that they cannot get married. She had begged him on different occasions to take her back stripping herself of her pride, yet he paid a deaf ear to her. 'You know we can never work out, my parents will never accept you. You have nothing a offer and Kate is an heiress'.