Tragic Stories Novels & Stories

The man walked through the darkness of the night while everyone went out to have fun in the meeting points of the city, he wandered alone somewhat sad and thoughtful. Martinez is a businessman, who has great purchasing power, and just over a week ago he had divorced his wife, Emy. With the end of the relationship the woman left, taking the couple’s two small children with her. The man could not overcome the end of the marriage, staying at home literally was torture to his head. Every day since the breakup he goes for a walk at night, little did John know that that night would change his life forever. During long hours on the street, John was far away from his apartment, he was in one of the

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

My mother smiled at their reassurances and said, "Tomorrow, I'll expose her scheme and fire all those lying nurses! I'll see what kind of fuss this troublemaker wants to cause!" Their conversation wormed into my ears. So, I turned away, refusing to watch them living in harmony. I could hear the wind blow. It carried a sorrowful sound. It seemed that nature itself was crying for my miserable fate.

“Do not waste my time, Iretiola. I'm waiting,” “Please don't make me do this,” she pleaded, now unable to stop the tears gathering in her eyes. “Why?” “I'll pay you back the money,” “When?” She didn't have a reply for that, so she said again, “Please,” She hated herself for that, but she said again, “Please,” She hated herself for begging and hated herself for the tears. Oh, this bastard would pay for the humiliation he was putting me through — pay a thousand times. She didn't know when she didn't know how, but she would make him pay.

It's genuinely my mistake to read her the wrong review, URGH! "I will make Jaime accept Love Stories and tragedies themes stories." My ears tingle when I hear that from her. I entirely hate love stories and tragedies, yet she plans for me to accept them—the reason why I hate them is because of my past. I try to calm myself and take a deep breath.

But deep down, she knew that reincarnations were just stories people spun out to cope with their grief. So, their case was one with a tragic ending.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

Over the next few days, I kept seeing news about his company on my phone. At first, people only discussed how strange it was to hold a funeral at the office. Then, information leaked about the company's poor-quality products and major defects. Some people even spread rumors just for clicks. Like waves building up higher and higher, Daniel's business collapsed within a few weeks, and he was left bankrupt. He also became a recognizable figure everywhere he went. Cameras practically followed him, so he had to wear a mask, though people still recognized him. The once high-and-mighty boss had become a rat in the gutter.