Novel & Cerita Tragic Romance

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Caitlyn this morning, trying to make some sense of it. Trinity looked up at her, then back at the book, then back at her again, and then she gasped loudly. Her eyes were huge with excitement and delight. And maybe mockery she couldn’t be so sure. “Am I seeing things or does the genre say Romance?” Kehlani ran her hand through her face, exhaling loudly. Her gaze met with Trinity’s expectant gaze as she took her hand off her face. “Yes it does. That’s my poison” .........

The cosmic ballet accelerated, a whirlwind of emotions propelling them toward an inevitable collision of hearts and destinies. As they hurtled towards the cosmic climax, their love became a beacon in the tumultuous cosmic storm. "In this dance of destiny, our love will illuminate the cosmos," vowed the Male Lead, sealing their fate in the pages of the cosmic saga. The nexus, now a witness to their fervent romance, guided them towards a fast-paced crescendo that promised to etch their love into the very fabric of the universe.

War and violence, that was what was engraved in the hearts of those of his species. He sits, and listens. Yes, sobs reached his ears. He had to do something to help his prince, or he would continue to languish and eventually die. He had read many books as a child. He knew it was possible to die of love. He remembered a book he had read, written by humans, called “Romeo and Juliet”. These two also lived a great love, within a war that separated their families. They also tried to escape, but the book was a tragedy, not a romance, and the young people end up dead. It wasn't a story like Silver wanted for Romeo. It wasn't the story he wanted for himself either, so now, with an empty heart, he co

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

I found out her mother dead while giving birth to her and how her father got married to another women who have a daughter making her have a step mother and sister. "You know what Mr DiCaprio I accept your proposal. I will to be your lover." She said cutting the call. Woah! That was easy ...too easy...she didn't even argue or put up a fight like I was expecting her too. Maybe she like me also and she finally realized her undying love for me. Too bad all I feel for her is lust not love. Stop lying to your self Romeo. Samantha Today is the day I face me DiCaprio after the phone call as his lover officially if that is even a thing.

I squinted my eyes. "Ha?? Romantic?" Citra laughed at me. "No way!" I pushed Citra's body into mine until her lips collide with mine. "Ishan!!" He was trying to get out of my grip. "Citra, listen carefully. I love you. I really can't stay away from you. You are my opiate. You are like an addictive substance that flows in my bloodstream." Citra laughed. "You are kidding." "Citra…. I'm not kidding." My face turn to be red. Red is not anger but shame. It had spoken its best to seduce her; only she was unfazed.

"What do you know about it?" Jace leans back in his seat. "All I know is the girl won some pageantry shit. She was supposedly beautiful, that's why she caught a lot of attention. Personally, I couldn't give two shits about what a little girl looks like. Unfortunately, her fame led to her rape and murder. The news of her death filled all the news outlets here and ran the whole year. That must be because it's the most interesting thing that has ever happened here since Raul caught a big ass fish," he snorts, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Roman believed there's more to the story."