Triste Realidad Novels & Stories

The young man walked toward the large mirror and stared at his own reflection, looking utterly miserable. He was disgusted. He truly felt disgusted and broken remaining in this city, breathing beneath the same sky as the woman who had trampled all over his pride. Tristan was already heartbroken beyond measure. The trust, the first touch, and the warmth he had sincerely given aboard that hot-air balloon now felt like the most disgusting joke he had ever experienced in his life.

He stopped in front of her, his throat tight. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, the words tumbling over each other. “I was wrong, Grace. It was all my fault. I shouldn’t have trusted Maria, I shouldn’t have ignored you, and I should never have let you and Leo get hurt. Please, come back. I’ll never make the same mistake again, I swear…” He shattered his own pride, standing before her like a criminal awaiting his sentence. But Grace just looked at him, her gaze falling to the fading mate mark on his arm.

Despite the storm’s fury, I pressed on, fueled by a rage hot enough to melt the ice surrounding me. I had defended Stacey against my family’s skepticism, convincing myself she was different from the typical ambitious politician. But now, I realized she had used me as a pawn, entangling me and an entire state in her web of lies. The bitter truth stung deeper than the frigid air, and I felt the weight of my naivety pressing down on me, igniting a determination to uncover the truth she had hidden.

The words remained in the void. THE THIRD TRUTH IS NOT A PLACE. Emma couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t think beyond the echo of Ethan’s voice still burning inside her memory. “Look for the third truth.” Now it wasn’t just a phrase. It was a fracture in reality itself. The sea of forgotten realities trembled softly around her, no longer exploding with light, but unsettled—like a sleeping giant shifting in its sleep. The Unchosen remained frozen.

Precious last words re-echoed in her ears. Those fingers that threw papers on her had completely gone cold and lifeless. Those eyes that burned with anger when she spoke to her had closed forever; forever into forever. Those lips that always glowed with lipsticks had looked pale and lifeless... "Team leader," Christabel sobbed. "Rest in peace. I don't how things turned like this. I don't know my courage in face of all these adversities. I am scared, tired, sad, scared, scarred and scared. I don't know what to do, What my future holds, when I will be happy! I am fed up with this damn life! This damn world where happiness is not a feeling of option for me and my family. God, I have suffered en

At the memories that won't leave me alone. And finally Very quietly I answer. "No." The tears come harder. Because it's the truth. The awful truth. "I wanted to hurt her." My voice breaks. "But I didn't want" I can't finish. I physically can't. Because now that everything is falling apart, The reality is impossible to escape. Gesare almost died. A baby almost died. And I left. I left her there. My shoulders begin shaking. And this time when I cry There is no anger.

But reality had crushed those dreams, leaving her with the bitter truth that she was nothing more than an obligation to him. A small, bitter laugh escaped her lips, mingling with the tears streaming down her face. “Markus Moreno’s wife,” she muttered sarcastically, her voice breaking. “What a joke. How can I even call myself that when he doesn’t even want me in his life? When I’m nothing but an unwanted guest in this house?”

FOR IN THIS WORLD AND TIME, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT HIS TRASH. The reality that is breaking and ripping every fiber of Aira’s being. To the rain that is still pouring from the dark sky. Her body that is cold and numb. Her eyes could not shed a tear anymore, as everything is echoing with the pain and howling stance of the word, that LUST is whispering. ‘HE LEFT YOU, AND HE WILL NEVER BE BACK. THIS IS THE PRICE FOR LOVING, THE END OF THAT SWEET FEELING, AND THE REALITY OF YOUR STUPIDITY.’

Mine, my fault, my shame, my fear, my heart racing, my tears falling, my breath uneven, my world unstable, alive. It's my reality, though it's ended.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.