Tragically Beautiful Novels & Stories

"My face wasn't man enough for them." The words are said with an emotion of a white bread, but my stomach twists into a painful knot regardless. True, he isn’t roguishly handsome, but he’s beautiful in a way that looks carved from marble by an obsessive, tormented artist, in a way that makes you hold your breath, like the calm of the deep ocean before a storm. My heart bleeds for my captor. That at some point in his life, this man felt less than because of the very thing that made him breathtaking.

It’s beautiful, the kind of beauty that sneaks up on you, quiet and devastating. In the low light, she looks almost unreal, her long lashes resting against her cheeks, the faint shimmer dancing across her veins. There’s something fragile about her in this stillness, but it’s not weakness. It’s like looking at lightning trapped in a bottle, delicate, but capable of burning everything it touches.

The melody climbed higher, brighter, as though in celebration. Overhead, the stage lights shifted—abandoning Beatrice and casting a golden halo over Serena. She stood with the poise of a seasoned performer, eyes still shut, a faint calmness on her lips, while the audience sat utterly still, entranced. Then came the final flourish—an extravagant tremolo melting into an eerie, aching cry. The notes were heavy with technique, but more than that, they carried a sense of desperate grandeur, of beauty tangled with tragedy. Serena drew from the violin a sound that seemed to wail and weep, the kind of music that seizes a listener’s heart and doesn’t let go.

It feels both alive and tragic. But all I can think of is another painting, locked away in the dark. A single chrysanthemum suspended above a body of water—brutish, violent, and filled with unmuted anger. "It's amazing what people are capable of doing to each other," I whisper. "And the beauty that those horrors can inspire."

Their happiness is both beautiful and heartbreaking, a mysterious paradox I’m unable to solve. It’s a sharp kind of melancholy, one that neither Pyrra’s taunts nor the visions themselves can fully explain. I’m left alone, again, in the never-ending void, my tears the only proof that for a moment, even in this place of hopelessness, I felt something piercingly, confusingly real.

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

We would get married and have beautiful kids and live happily ever after . But I don’t come out alive ,I want you to move on .Please forget about me .Find another girl that makes you happy .Don’t cry for me ...I won’t like it .I want you to be happy Ben so if I don’t make it ,Forget me and Move on . But always remember I love you and I will always do .Whether dead or alive .Always and Forever . Yours sincerely, Rissa. Love is pain .Love is cruel .Love is powerful ,Love is magical ,Love is not something you toy with .

"Dion..." His heart pounded as if it was about to leap out of his body. Though, it didn't have to, as he will give it to the woman on top of the stairs without question. "Thea..." he turned around and looked at her, the window in the limo was already reflecting the beautiful image, but the real person was thousands of times more fascinating than a simple mirror. She wore a beautiful dark blue dress with white in the bottom, many jewels were adorning the bodice covering her front elegantly. It was as if she were wearing a dress made of stars and she was the brightest.

Panic shot through me. My whole body was shaking. Of course I recognized her. She was the one who had been looking for me. The moment her whip slid over me like something alive, I knew I was done for. This was supposed to be hide-and-seek. Now that she had caught me, who knew what would happen? Fine. If I had to die, I at least wanted to die with some dignity. I only hoped it wouldn’t be too ugly. At the very least, I wanted to leave a complete body behind.

"Why? Why is this happening? I was reborn. I got everything I wanted. So, why did it still end like this?" I froze for a second. I never expected that Janet had been reborn, too. No wonder she had been so desperate in this life, so determined to chase everything she wanted. However, the darkness inside her had already sealed her fate. Watching as the officers forced her down and restrained her completely, I gave a small shrug and answered lightly, "Maybe you can figure that out in prison." The ambulances arrived quickly and carried the two injured people away. They survived. However, both of them had been blinded by shattered glass, and their faces were severely disfigured. What Janet had do