Novel & Cerita Tragédia

“She did so many wrong things to you. Giving you her blood is her way of making it up to you. You’re really too kind; that’s why you’re bullied.” My father followed up by saying, “Elena’s in great shape. If she didn’t die three years ago, she won’t die from losing a little blood. The passersby were glancing at us. They were looking at me with sympathy. “I don’t like hospitals. I want to go home,” Kaitlyn pleaded.

Unfortunately, one of our people, homophobic to the limit, lost control and ripped apart the pup that wasn't even a year old, The horrified queen covers her mouth and clutches her chest. The lovers went crazy with grief. They attacked the warriors and guards. The men didn't know how to act, in shock, so they started fighting each other. When the kings realized, there were almost no men left alive. The servant begged his lover to kill him because he couldn't bear the pain of losing his son. In pain, and knowing that he would soon follow him, he kills his lover and then kills himself. Vlad lost the servant he loved like a son, and Cerebros lost the crown prince that day. According to the gene

It was beyond their knowledge. Clearing his throat, Zadicus began to say, telling them. “Tales of Grievances, Page 1, Dimension of Katastrofi is an imitation of inferno. It was a devilishly long path, an abyss. Unspeakable blasphemy resides there, no human should extend their steps towards a portion of His World. Return. Return. Return.” Tristan and Huzefa eyes widened in appall, not expecting Zadicus would have known about this. What he read about decades ago was now before him.

"Action!" Katy sprang into action with practiced aggression. She lunged forward, her dialogue sharp and cutting. According to the script, she shoved Vespera toward a pile of heavy crates, meant to look fierce but be controlled. Yet, as Katy’s hands shoved Vespera’s shoulders, the force was way more than they’d practiced. Vespera’s heels snagged on a rough spot in the uneven floor. Instead of a graceful trip, she was propelled backward with raw, unrestrained force.

Babi pov I went in to change but I wanted to take a shower so I headed towards the washroom. Maybe it was because of tequila I wasn’t feeling a little bit dizzy. I felt like I was walking on a tight-fitted rope. My mind was under full control but my body was on its own. It wasn’t working as it planned. I saw soap lying on the floor and I panicked like hell. It was already really hard to walk straight, and as soon as I saw soap, in an attempt to dodge it I fell on the floor really badly.

"Remember I said you're grieving, mourning a loss, a recent one. They are five stages of grief - Denial, Anger, Bargainning, Depression and Acceptance, however, writers have argued that going through grief doesn't mandates that we go through this stages in a chronological order, yes these are the stages we pass through when grieving a certain loss but this stages are not felt chronologically. Now, I believe you are mourning the loss of yourself, grieving the loss of who used to be."

I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare. Andrea felt stifled, as her eyes took in the bloody mess on the ground, and as she looked away, her eyes caught on familiar faces. A sharp pain slammed to her chest like she was pierced with a knife. Her tears came like a flood and the sob found its way out of her mouth. One, or two, and then in series. There laid her mother's and father's corpses on the floor. They were dead, she wanted to run to go meet them. She couldn't believe that they were dead, her knees immediately went weak and she just wanted to die at that moment.