Tragic Romance Novels & Stories

"I'm no longer naïve, Marciella. Whatever music you're playing, I'm not going to dance through that." "Wait!" She held my arm with both hands that forced me to stop and look back. Her face appeared sincerely apologetic, even at the point of crying. "There isn't a day that passed that I haven't asked God to forgive me for what I did to you and Ibarra. Those things that I did to you were unforgivable, that I know, but please…" Her tears started falling. "Please know this one truth that I've been trying to destroy out of spite and jealousy. Rebecca, Ibarra loves you so much. He was devastated as you were when we left to fly to America. He—"

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are

Tragedy Romance | Dubcon | Grief | Power Imbalance | Explicit Trigger Warnings: Dubious consent, grief-based emotional manipulation, explicit sexual content, rough handling, dominance/submission themes. . . . The rain was biblical...sheets of it blurring the mountain road, drowning the headlights. She should’ve stayed home. But Vesper Wynne didn’t know how to sit still anymore. Not since her sister died. She wasn’t watching the curves as she should’ve been, and by the time the second turn came, it was too late.

As if he were rediscovering me pulse by pulse. I sank into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shirt as if he might vanish if I let him go. The kiss grew deeper, but it wasn’t urgent. It was aching, filled with all the things we’d never said. With all the years of regret. With all the years of love that never went away. When we broke apart, we were still close, breathing each other in. “You still feel the same,” I whispered. “So do you,” he said. He traced his thumb along my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was falling. The gentleness of the gesture was my undoing.

“The Moon Goddess realized what he did and was touched. She decided to let go of her agenda and they became mates. They were happy.” “And then-” Roseanne puts a finger on his lips. “Do not say anything more,” she begs. To Dmitri’s surprise, a single drop of tear falls from her eye. “What happened?” he asks, bewildered. He cups her face with his hands, wiping away her tears. “I hate tragic stories,” she mumbles. “Let it end there. I want them to believe that the Moon Goddess is still happy with her mate.” Everyone knows what happened next but Roseanne does not want to hear the tragic tale. Her heart bleeds upon thinking what happened to the Moon Goddess and her mate, how they were betrayed an

A/N: Another story. Sorry for not updating every day. Enjoy reading! Don't forget to rate and comment. ****** If your husband dies and his twin will show up? And you slowly had feelings for him. What will you do? ********* "Stop seducing me Jenny, I will not fall for your stupid trap so leave me alone!" He said while glaring at me. "Come on Genesis why can't you love me," I said while holding my tears. "Come on Jenny I know that you are not in love with me. You just saw Gelo to me" he said

“It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess." She paused for a moment, her eyes misty with unshed tears. "She had informed your great-great-grandfather about the situation and informed him that their relationship should be called off while she focused on her mat

I awkwardly nod at him. "Nope, you are wrong. You wrote a love story with a classic tragedy at the end." So what?! It is almost a shock, and it's a romance. "It's a romance." I contest. "No, it's not. Let me tell you what's a romance story is." He pauses and stands up. He begins to move as he explains. "A romance story is a type of genre in fiction novel which places its primary focus on a relationship and romantic love between two persons. Usually emotionally satisfying and has an optimistic ending. Romance story always has a happy ending despite the challenges of your plot." Oh! I understand.

The two guys were conversing with one another when Sofia casually inquired about Inez, to whom Inez openly answered the questions. "How did you two first met?" Sofia questioned with excitement because she adored them together. She had no idea how toxic they were, even though they appeared to be created for each other. Damien responded by placing his hands on hers and saying, "She kissed me and I fell love her, that's all. Half-truth: She kissed him, but his obsession with vengeance caused him to go blind. Sofia murmured, "Aww..how sweet," as she regarded them.