Tragic Novels & Stories

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

The Rodds were going into bankruptcy and could just admit it rather than pretending to be alright and deceive another family into accepting them for a success they do not hold. Marrita complained bitterly to Jasmine. Then, a few days prior to the engagement between Marrita and Fabian, Marrita drove out of the house in her car, and ran into a pole. She made sure the airbag was turned off so she has nothing saving her. The pole fell on the car, smashing it hard, and the wind screen had shattered, the glass piercing into Marrita’s body. The worst part of it all were the glasses that pierced her eyes. They were opened. It was as though Marrita wanted to see how she would die. She wanted to watch

Everyone is allowed to have their own opinion :D — Faith. Putting faith in God would mean we believe that even though things look tangled up, God is able to untangle them. When tragic things happen, putting faith in God means we believe, no matter how bad things look, that God will work them together for good. (Romans 8:28) When God says he will work all things for good, there is no exception. Too often, we look at what we are experiencing and can not fathom how it will work out, but that's exactly when we need to place that situation into his capable hands. God is not stunned by our struggles or trials. We get a call from the doctor with results from a test a

he shifts in the bed, the towel falling down around his hips. "Then make me forget about all of this. Make me forget, Trick, please."

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

"Mr. Romano, I have some news. Your casino in Vegas… the money dried up. It's officially bankrupt. The creditors are moving in to seize all your assets." "No… that's not possible…" Vincent mumbled, collapsing completely onto the floor. "Without the Marconis, you're nothing," I said, dropping the divorce papers in front of him. "Sign it, Vincent. It's the last shred of dignity you've got." His power, his reputation, his girl, his wife—all gone in an instant. His hand trembling, he picked up the pen and signed his name. He left with nothing. He was heading for the same broke, dead-end life as Carmen.

He stood up and looked down at my feet, his hands on his hips. "Sydney, I'm sorry, but I'm at a loss for words. Things are a little complicated. All I can say is that I am sorry, but you will understand why.....why I am unable to return your feelings at some point. You, on the other hand, will always be a close friend of mine. You are the first girl I can really call my platonic girlfriend."

Fortunately Elder Lilia told my mother " She wasn't upset about how I reacted, its usual for people who have been mentally traumitized over along period of time to have random out bursts of fear, anger or sadness from reliving theirs memories as they speak about them. Its a sure way to trigger all their emotions at once, causing full blown melt downs." She also had said " She would have been more concerned if I hadn't of acted the way I did, by me freaking out showed her I was still trying to fight whatever was happening to me and everyone should only be worried if I quit talking all together, because that would show that my body was slowly shutting down from all the stress and in some rare

“Fucking drive.” As the car skidded into gear, red-stained eyes traveled back to Zoe. He brushed chocolate waves away from her dark lashes, cautiously softening the harsh furrow of her brow. Salty tears continued to stream from shadowed eyes, his head dipping to kiss her clammy forehead. He had no idea how he had let this happen, no idea how he had managed to fail her so fucking badly. Blood smeared over her stomach, his messy attempt to stem the bleeding. His heart sank watching her eyes squeezing shut, agony marring the beautiful features of her face. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She had made him feel alive for the first time in his fucking life, and he had repaid her by bringing

“I’ve hidden from many truths because I didn’t want to hurt my miracles. My family is the only lucky thing I’ve ever accomplished in all my years of living. Yesterday, I went to visit my best friend at her cabin, your godmother Gretchen, only to find her dead, and trafficked here by that Alpha Lucifer. Today, I’m still locked back in the old neighborhood that gave us the chance to start from zero. I bring nothing but bad luck to the only miracles I treasure. All I can hope is that one day I can live without suffering our survival.” Her confession weighed heavy. It wasn’t just about my pup’s death. It was the countless deaths she’d lived through, the guilt she carried like a second skin. She