Tragic Novels & Stories

"Okay. Why did Mr. Oko kill his wife?" "He found out that she was a friend to his arch enemy," Tina said. "She had nothing against his enemy and they were like best of friends. When Mr. Oko found out, his anger got the best of him and he strangled her to death with his own hands." "Biko, tell me," Chinyere whispered, "what was the name of this his nemesis?" Tina struggled to remember the man's name, "I think it was... Something like Ad-Adim something Awaziem."

Flashback( Trauma) Author's p.o.v Abhiraj and Viraj become frozen on their place seeing the lifeless bodies of Samrat and his family. Abhiraj fell down on his knees and started crying loudly. His dear brother was killed. That brother who raised him not as a brother but as a father. The same brother who always protected him. Now his brother's lifeless body is lying in front of him. This is too much for him. Viraj tries to console him but no words are coming out from his mouth. What can he say in this situation!

All except Yosef, who lingers in the doorway like he can’t make himself look away. “You too,” Tristan says. Quieter. Almost gentle. Yosef’s eyes flit to mine. In them, I see longing, rage, hurt, and understanding. He knows what this is. A goodbye fuck. A claiming before abandonment. I know Tristan will leave. I feel it. Then Yosef’s gone. The door bangs shut. And Tristan fucking destroys me. I cry, scream, and cum. I’m spent. My words slur. I surrender to his power.

Richard I stood in the midst of death and grief, surrounded by the heavy silence that only tragedy can bring. Everywhere my eyes land, there is the corpse of my people, with their loved ones grieving for their loss. Their anguished cries pierced the air, echoing the magnitude of the devastation that had befallen us. Each life lost represented a shattered dream, a void that could never be filled.

Tristan rushed to his side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as they both struggled to process the overwhelming grief. Adriana looked up at them, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her voice choked with sorrow. She tried to speak, but only broken sobs escaped her lips, unable to articulate the depth of her pain. Tristan and Carmen exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with sorrow and guilt as they tried to console Adriana. Tristan reached out a hand, but Adriana recoiled, her gaze filled with a mixture of grief and anger. "Why are you here?" she demanded, her voice laced with bitterness as she looked at Alpha Carmen. The hate in her tone was palpable, a reflection of the pain th

The intruder stabs him in the neck leaving blood gushing out of his neck, then the intruder looks around the room, wearing a sadistic face, before leaving the room. Mr.Welsh at home, who was just done arguing with his wife about where he was through out today, was sitting at his personal room, opened his laptop and inserted the USB drive in his laptop,he saw deals about an illegal material that was purchased by IPC PLASTIC INDUSTRIES, used in production to boost the quantity of product they produce. Looking at the computer screen, Mr.Welsh was shocked , also reading the file in the brown envelope. Mr.Welsh left his desk to his bathroom, took his bath, went to his son's room to kiss him, late

Another pause. “At first everybody understood.” The sadness in her voice deepened. “Then it slowly became unhealthy.” Ava felt her chest tighten. Because that made sense. Far too much sense. People often imagined tragedy arriving like a storm. Sudden. Violent. Obvious. Reality was usually different. Most tragedies developed slowly. Quietly. One decision at a time. One fear at a time. Until nobody noticed how far things had gone. Margaret folded her hands. Then looked directly at Adrian.

But the weight of the tragedy was too heavy, too profound for any words or gestures to alleviate. Kaylar's grief morphed into a state of hysteria, her mind unable to comprehend the enormity of the losses she had suffered in such a short period. She clung to the remnants of hope, desperately unwilling to accept the cruel twist of fate that had snatched away her unborn child, mere hours after the tragic death of her husband.

"You can go in now. I hate you very much. I think rich people are all so heartless and shameless. But just now, when I really grabbed you, you could have stopped me, but you didn't. My son didn't meet a good boss,and you are not that bad. " Tristan was not completely fit. He coughed violently and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." "Are you okay, Tristan?" Noah asked nervously, lowering his head,Tristan shook his head, his eyes sparkling. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought of thousands of ways to die, but he had never thought that he would be strangled to death. All the people present were respectful. It was a serious funeral, but the people in front of h

“Is he in the medical field?” “He’s dead.” Ava’s eyes flicker to her, understanding. “I’m sorry to hear that.” It’s the normal courtesy to say when people hear of your loss but it feels more genuine to hear coming from someone who went through the same thing. Mia wonders how she lost her boyfriend. She doubts Ava experienced the same ordeal as hers. She doubts Ava was ecstatic when the lights went out of her boyfriend’s eyes. Because Mia certainly did. And she will do anything to watch it happen all over again.