Tragically Beautiful Novels & Stories

“They always ignored my posts when I sounded heartbroken… and when I promised I was fine. I’ve always been dramatically gifted. Irony in my life always covered for me. You know what I mean?” Lyra nodded, then spoke with a quiet strength that wrapped around my weary soul. “Sometimes, it’s just a difference of opinion. Sometimes, it’s a difference of morals. People drawn to you for your pretty face or your body won’t stay forever. But the ones who see how beautiful your heart is? They’ll never leave. It’s crazy, isn’t it? People need zero proof to believe a lie, but they demand endless proof to accept the truth.” Her words sank deep, grounding me. They carried the kind of wisdom that felt carv

You have opened my heart for yourself, and then closed it for no one else to enter. Louis might be beautiful, but it’s just like a passerby comments on a beautiful dress hanging in the boutique and walks away, not even wanting to try it. You, on the other hand, though there is no comparison between you too, you are a fine wine. My personal favorite that i want to cherish over and over again and still it would intoxicate me more than every time. You are my love, the most beautiful person that you don’t need to be insecure of my past intruding. If i had any intentions of bringing him back, i could have done anything. But i don’t want. He no longer tempts me in anyway. Hmmm"? He lifted Denzel's

And in the center of the room, illuminated by carefully positioned lights, is a portrait of him. I step inside and unable to look away. “He was everything I’ll never be.” I spin around. Adam stands in the doorway, and for once, he doesn’t look cruel. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…..” “He was everything.” “Sorry?” “Perfect son.” He moves into the room staring at the portrait. “Model student. Perfect son. Everyone loved him and I spent my entire life worshipping him.” “Adam…..” “Do you know what it’s like to lose someone you love more than your life?” His voice is hollow.

After thinking for a moment, Selina once again raised her red lips like a rose petal in full bloom, creating an arrogant smile that made people disgusted. She used her ash gray eyes, like the sky on a stormy day, to look directly into the other's clear blue eyes. Oralie raised her head; the gray eyes of the person in front of her seemed to be emitting strange magical energy, making her heart sob, intoxicated like the brilliant Biennial flower. clinging to the cave wall just now. Beauty carries the breath of death, of unpredictable consequences, of unfathomable disaster. But then, making people volunteer to cover their eyes, willingly volunteering but blindly, falling into it. Regardless of t

There is such magnificence and attraction in the manifestation of these feelings, but vulnerability accompanies its fragile beauty. I embrace the beauty, reveling in it as the tears turn to diamonds before our eyes, rich with despair and utter hopelessness. As the diamonds splash into our own personal time capsule, it seems to make everything even darker, but even more beautiful. I don't understand why, or even how. The water rises to our waists and the real panic escalates to a whole new level. I'm constantly switching between laughing and bawling in a crazy way that should probably never be tried at home.

I was raw, exposed, every broken piece of me laid bare. I kissed her again, more softly this time, trying to convey the unspoken emotions swirling within me. As my hands explored her body, every touch was an apology, a plea for redemption. Her skin was soft, warm—life-affirming. Each curve, each contour, a testament to the fragile beauty of existence. I felt the tension in her muscles, the subtle tremors of past trauma that she'd never fully escaped.

Maybe it was meant to be this way. Some stories don't have a happily ever after. Maybe their souls will meet again in heaven but he was so f*cking afraid. Afraid that he would be so far away from her. She was an angel of heaven and he was the devil of hell. Once again destiny has played its cards. The scattered pieces of ghastly gray clouds grumbled in agony. And time wailed in sorrow. The breeze wept the tears of despair. As the heavy untimely downpour splattered on the car like tiny howls of pain.

“…more than Iridian, more than the contestants…even more than my kingdom. I never anticipated meeting someone who mattered more, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself for ruining it.” As he blinked the tears that refused to fall clung to his eyelashes, forming small beads that glistened like stars. His pale cheeks turned rosy, flushed with blood that traveled all the way down his neck, and as a one of the traitorous tears escaped his eyes, the colors within them fractured—glowing and melting into one another like a kaleidoscope. There was something achingly beautiful about him, about the sharpness of his jaw and the way his hair hung in his face as the grief and obsession he kept hidden w

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

Zero "My death by your hands will be like this moon touching this river." Her words whispered from that gruff voice, as her haunted eyes refuse to stare up at my dead ones. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” I lick her creamy cheek. Remembering her smell. Mine. “I can give you every reason why you should.” I once thought together we could rise up and get through anything. The worse mistake I made was walking in that Alley, but it was also the start to something so fucking emotionally tragic that even with this gun against her head, my organs bleed for her as she closes her eyes and exhales a new breath, Beauty’s Breath.