Tragically Beautiful Novels & Stories

BACK TO PRESENT...... Amaya's whole body shook,as she cried bitterly. She had lost her family in the twinkle of an eye,and she was yet to believe it. "How could a human being be that heartless to kill people without remorse? How could a human being be that beastly as to kill little children without second thoughts? Innocent children who haven't done any wrong." Amaya wondered. "Please forgive me Ethan and Norah" she said inwardly and sniffed. "I promised to always protect you both, but I couldn't even lift a finger. I watched you both die and I couldn't save you". She cursed herself mentally.

Perhaps now she'll feel a fraction of what I do, maybe now she will understand that I don't see sunshine and rainbows in this pack. "The Alpha chose you for a reason, Katalayha, and if I'm honest I can see why. You're young, beautiful, and untouched by another." Triss says, offering a small gentle smile as if she hears the questions swimming around my head. "Beautiful?" I whisper, my heart twisting painfully. Is this what beauty is to them? Bruises and scars? "Yes, very much." She nods firmly, not seeing that I didn't expect nor want an answer.

“That’s . . . sweet. That means something. Thank you.” She was still smiling, but a tear ran down her face, and then another. Silently. Traitorous. Neither of them had even known they were there. The tears and the smile and her dirty, matted hair . . . juxtaposition. The most exquisite of miseries. Lu caught his breath again. It burned inside his lungs, charred the tender tissues there. Montessa laughed, and it hurt. Cut. It was a slicing sound, mirth and desolation and a special type of wretchedness that only beautiful, dying women can experience.

method. Well if someone's gonna asks me if I can harm someone, of course I can. I'm not as divine as Moliana. I'm both. Some people say that my ethereal beauty can deceive someone, and I guess they are right. But some people say that my vile temper and me being monstrous and violent especially to those people who hurt me, of course.

He still has rage. And he knows we’re coming. The life they built—scarred, beautiful, ours—doesn’t end. It burns brighter. Differently. But forever.

'The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassions, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen. The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.' ❤❤❤❤ A SURPRISE VISIT ❤❤❤❤

He leans over kissing the small tears from her eyes. “You're beautiful,” he tells her with a charming smile. Cassandra did not believe he was lying, she was indeed beautiful and probably the most beautiful in his eyes. For beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Carlson didn't regret anything, this was the best feeling ever. They stayed in the same position for a while and when he was sure enough, she was comfortable, he moved gradually increasing his pace.

With her long, flowing tresses cascading down over her delicate features, she inadvertently created a fragile veil that concealed the streams of tears streaming down her face. Amid her despair, Rara's heart-wrenching sobs pierced through the silence, echoing her deep anguish. Each tear she wiped away with a trembling hand seemed to symbolize the weight of the emotional burden she carried. The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake.

He wasn't going to console her or try digging deep into why she was crying. " You know what Carlos, once I thought that I was really beautiful and special, and that with my accomplishments at such a young age, I could get everything that I've ever wanted. But look at me, alone, abused, depressed, with nothing at all," Elvira said in pain.

Like a painting across the sky… alive, radiant, divine. He felt fear, yes. A primal, instinctive fear clawed at his chest. But alongside it… There was peace. And yet—his hands trembled. He could see the wreckage, the carnage, the sheer devastation every bolt left behind. How can something so beautiful… be so merciless?