Tragically Beautiful Novels & Stories

(ONE MONTH LATER) ....She makes me wanna get off the road Wish I could turn it off, let it go But she's too fucking beautiful. - "Beautiful" by Michele Morrone ***** In the heart of the woods, far from civilization, a grand, ominous mansion stood tall. The silence was broken only by the occasional cries of agony and despair echoing from deep within. Inside the lavish lounge, a man sat on an opulent chair, sipping wine while gazing at a photograph in his hand. His lips curled into a smile as he studied the image—a woman with flowing brunette hair, her nose scrunched as she held a playful puppy.

Roman She looked so beautiful while fast asleep. Her little snores soared throughout their room and as always she had already yanked the blanket to her side of the bed. So typical of Mikaella! He wiped away the stray strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. The pinkish and purplish part of her skin on the neck made him ashamed. Hurting her was the last thing on his mind last night. The sudden urge to make her his yesterday was great.

He’ll finally understand what it means to lose. ‎ ‎Not just Isadora. ‎ ‎Everything. ‎ ‎My eyes drift back to her image on the screen—sleeping, stitched, pale from blood loss. She's lucky, they say. It could’ve been worse. ‎ ‎Oh, but darling, it will be. ‎ ‎The best kind of pain is the one that waits. That creeps in gently, right when you think you're safe. ‎ ‎Let them dress her in white. Let them play the music. Let them gather their smiles like fools gathering kindling. ‎ ‎Because when it burns— ‎ ‎It’ll be glorious.

When he spoke again his voice had shifted into something lower and more private and she held very still in the doorway to catch all of it. "Your mother," he said, "was the most completely destroyed person I had ever seen when I found her. And she was the most beautiful thing I had ever looked at. Both of those things were true at the same moment and I did not know how to hold that for a long time, the destroyed and the beautiful existing together. I understand now that those were never in conflict. The destroyed was part of what made the beautiful, and the beautiful was already there under the destroyed and had never stopped being there, and she would not thank me for saying so because she d

I have to admit, it was both beautiful and intimidating. I couldn’t explain my reasons, but when I looked up at this mountain, I saw Tia. She was like a mountain. Strong, determined, unyielding, unapologetic, indestructible, but always breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps to someone else, this may not sound like a compliment, but to me, it was a symbol of what she offered the world. An unmovable, beautiful force. She stood tall and didn’t waver under anyone or anything. She was admirable in every way; you just had to stop and take in her true beauty to see what it was she actually stood for.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

"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."

The man stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the naked body lying limp on the messy bed, the result of his earlier sexual activity. Henry had accidentally killed Erina, even though it was just a variation of sadistic lovemaking that he enjoyed. Usually, when his partner was scared, her vaginal muscles would contract tightly, causing pleasure. The term is "pleasure in death" almost like being close to death, not actually dying like this. The weather was truly terrible that night, and all the residents of Chicago seemed to have locked themselves indoors wherever they were as the storm ravaged the state of Illinois. Finally, Henry came up with the idea of throwing Erina’s body off the b

That meant that even if they disappeared out of nowhere, nothing would happen. “Ah,” I sigh, shifting my gaze to my cauldron once more and beginning to take in the scene that is unfolding. I see the girl. She is alone and broken. Her eyes are filled with sparkling tears that flow down her bloodied cheeks. She’s miserable because she has certainly lost someone important, and that misery is so beautiful.

Irritated by the fact that he was cursed again just because she wanted eternal beauty, Vlador spontaneously claimed that she had become ugly. It seemed Triana had hung her entire life on her beauty. Like the beautiful women Vlador had encountered, they often used their beauty to get various things. Those women were significant contributors to injustice in this world. Vlador could see that Triana was deeply affected when she realized her beauty had been replaced by ugliness. She continued to brood, and her eyes glistened with tears. Well, she deserved it. Because of her selfishness, she dragged people into misery.