Tragic Romance Novels & Stories

come on I know y'all don't get along I mean if he's my husband you will have to get along you my best friend ". I feel my world tilting this can't be happening how do I tell her what Jude did to me I know she will believe she has too we have been close since we met surely she will stand by me. " I need to tell why I have been missing school not answering your calls Friday your birthday..." before I can even continue she parks next to Jude's Lamborghini " wait I need to talk to him " she says rushing out in the car , Carmen is beautiful slim with brunette hair up to her back long leg's , her skin pale with blue eyes they will make a good looking couple if I say so myself but I can't let that

I asked someone to transport the urns back home. Even stacked up, they didn't even reach my shoulders. As soon as I opened the door, a force knocked me down. I fell into the urns, and they all hit the ground. Ashes spilled everywhere, and it was impossible to tell whose was whose. I looked at the one who had pushed me. Daniel stood over me, as if towering above gave him a sense of superiority. Pointing at me, he raged, "You have the nerve to come back? If I hadn't shown them our marriage license, I'd be sitting in a cell right now! You really are a wicked woman!"

Wolves are finally united and our numbers are must higher than theirs. The losses of so many wolves weighing on us all as sad faces look around at the bodies surrounding us. As Tristan turns back I do to, throwing myself at him and kissing him passionately. Not caring who sees as I hold him close. He holds me closer. His hands in my hair as he pulls me against his body; his breathing heavy. I hear his heart beating loudly, a reminder of the life I lost so briefly yet it had destroyed me. My soul had shattered into a million pieces, now reunited as I hold the man I love more than life itself.

It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms. The taste of her was a mix of salt from our tears and the faint scent of coffee. Her hands moved from my face, one to the back of my neck, the other to my waist, pulling me closer. It was a kiss of healing, a shared moment of pain and hope. It wasn't the kind of fire I had felt with Ethan, the kind that had burned me to the core. This was a slow, steady burn, a quiet warmth that promised to never leave. It was a promise in the dark.

I wish there’s a way I can put him inside of me and hide him there forever. I don’t blame my demons for being obsessed with him. I have slept with a lot of people, but none has a beauty to be compared to Tristian. Sometimes I wonder if he’s a human or an angel. I take a long drag from my cigarette while still watching him. I’m really trying to figure out what has been happening in my heart during and after the sex we just have. I am someone that doesn't love or commit. I’m obsessed with Tristan. I crave and want him but that doesn’t mean I love him. And frankly speaking I don’t even understand what love is or how to love someone. I have never experienced it before so how will I know or under

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.

And a few seconds later, the movie ended. “Awwnn, that was so heart-wrenching,“ I sobbed, wiping my tears with the back of my palms. “I can't believe I waited this long to watch this.“ 'Titanic', the famous tragic romance movie. Back at my pack, Roland and I had planned to go see the movie this one time but we never went. He'd gone into one of those his psycho moods and had tied me up in the bathroom, fucking me all night. The tickets were used to wipe my squirts. That was how hopeless Roland had been a lot of times.

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.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

If a lady enters the temple at that moment and met any guy inside the temple the lady must get married to that guy but there must not fall in love with each, because if they do both of them won't live long. Ella's mother in that old world known as a gold dealer went out with Rose on that sunny day while Andrew's stepmother also goes out with him and she was pregnant with Lia then even the pregnancy is almost due. 1000years back the god of love came to dance in the temple and steal the heart of two teenagers she met in that temple. Both of them were asked to get married since they were at that temple when the god of love came to dance. But because the two teenagers fall in love, the male died