Tragically Beautiful Novels & Stories

Content warning: Mentioned death/illness of a parent, sexual/verbal harassment's, violence, crime and language use. Esrath POV This was too much for me to hold dear to my heart, tears began to rush down my face and chills ran through my body like waves of electricity as I began to try to steady my breathing, I can hear a soft voice talking to me. I look over to see my mother in her navy-blue cocktail dress as she is helping to fix my make up as my tears escape my eyes and a smile breaks out on her face as I look at her.

I could feel how happy and complete Antonio was. Then the next memory flashed to show him in Bright Sky's pack house. They were signing the peace treaty and I could feel the joy and love pouring from Antonio as he stared at the girl with a loving smile. Once everyone had signed Antonio stood from his seat and walked over to his mate. He reached for her but she backed up and held her hand up to stop him. I could feel hurt and sadness now. "I, Trinity Livingston of the Bright Sky Pack, reject you Alpha Antonio Alvarez of the Crystal Lake Pack" She said. It felt like a knife had stabbed my heart and I couldn't breath. Now matter how hard I tried to inhale, air just wouldn't fill my lungs. I wat

It isn’t enough to hold back the suffocating agony crushing me. Jasmine staggers forward, her body trembling, her hands pressing desperately against Alessandro’s unmoving chest as though she could will life back into him. Her breaths are ragged, torn from the depths of her soul, and when her gaze finally meets mine, her wide, tear-drenched eyes say what her lips cannot. A strangled sob escapes her. “He’s gone,” she choked out, her voice splintering like fragile glass. The world tilts. Something inside me ruptures, a deep, hollow ache spreading through my chest like a poison. I cannot breathe. I cannot think.

Omotayo My back ached terribly from sitting in one position for too long. Ini had spent over three hours trying to supposedly 'bring out my beauty' as she called it but I only saw it as a waste of time since I know I'll still look great even without the excessive use of makeup. "I swear Tayo, anyone that sees you now will think you're on your way to a funeral," she tells me and I furrow my brows confused. "What am I doing wrong now?" I asked her and she responded by making me look at the mirror in front of me.

Tears rolling from her eyes. “Stop it... Please stop it...” She sobs. Alfi’s death had been a great shock for her tiny heart, now she has to see both of her friends getting beaten up mercilessly. Their screams are just like an eerie melody that torments her soul. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said.

It was heartbreaking for James to see his best friend in this vulnerable state. Fi is good from the heart. Too good, in fact. A person like her doesn't deserve all this. Even Miley was heartbroken. He knows that he used to tease her and get on her nerves, but that was only to divert her attention towards him. So when he saw her on the hospital bench in a broken state, his heart clenched. She wasn't like other girls. Sure, she was feisty, but she was kind from the heart. He knows it is a cliché, but she is the kind of person he would like to spend his entire life with. He hopes she has the same feelings as him.

But because of this power and struggling for throne, adding my stupidity in the past made my family faced the tragic and miserable ending in their life. In this life, I swear I will never lose again from someone and end up dying pathetically. The end I experienced once, is not where the curtains will fall down. Instead it is where my curtains will rise up and show to them that this woman will perform a magnificent play for them to be entertained. I will be the one who will have the last stand in this second life.

We knew that intimately. But it was also joy. Love. Purpose. Meaning. “Because suffering is not all there is,” I said. “There is also beauty. Growth. Connection. Life is hard but it is also worth living.” “Is it? Or do you lie to yourselves? Pretend meaning exists when there is only chaos? Pretend love matters when all things end?” The presence pulled back slightly. “I watched you become the seal. Watched you fade. Watched you suffer for ten years holding back the inevitable. That is not beautiful. That is a tragedy. That is cruelty. I offer mercy. Offer ends. Offer peace eternal.”

This is Theia, her beauty so bright that sometimes I feel the need to cover my eyes from the aura she gives away. I sometimes wonder why some are blessed by the moon goddess and seem to have "perfect" everything, while I wallow in my self-pity breaking apart lying on the ground bleeding and no one seems to notice. No one... including your mate. It's a slow death. It's like you are burning yourself from the inside as that's the only way you can stop yourself from crying out. You who are meant for greatness happily walk into the cage you built for yourself.

I didn't realize that tears were trailing down my cheeks until I felt Hunter's fingers wipe them away. "What happened to your mother, and what happened to Megan, it was horrible. And if I could, I'd take all that pain away, but I can't. But that's the thing Scarlett, tragedies happen, they're a bitter part of life and you can't do anything about it. But what you can do is choose not to let tragedy control your life." His eyes locked with mine, swimming with a hundred different emotions. "You see, it's important to be shaped by tragedy but never let tragedy define you. That's the only way we can be the best version of ourselves."