Unscramble Tragic Novels & Stories

Her breaths were slow and controlled, but I could see the conflict raging beneath the surface—see how her fingers twitched and her jaw flexed like she was trying to bite back the storm of emotions inside her. She was unraveling, and I didn’t blame her. I had spent years untangling myself from the damage Stacey had done, from the betrayal of realizing my sister had erased me, erased our father, and rewritten our entire existence to suit the perfect, untouchable image she wanted to project. Makayla was just now discovering that the woman she had once trusted, maybe even loved, had been playing God with her own history. She let out a sharp, bitter breath, shaking her head. “This…” she exhaled,

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

"Marrying into your mafia-led pack was the single greatest tragedy of my life. I loathe you. Now let me go!" Tristan’s pupils contracted. "The greatest tragedy?" He let out a dark, mirthless bark of a laugh. "You’re dying to be a Cross, aren't you? You think a divorce is your ticket to his bed? You’ll get your freedom when I’m done with you, and not a second before!" In one fluid motion, Tristan didn't just pull me; he hoisted me over his shoulder like a piece of captured loot. The world inverted. My hair tumbled down his back, and the sudden rush of blood to my head made me dizzy.

Possibly, but I didn't care anymore. I wiped my tears and started walking towards my car. I didn't notice a truck stop beside me. Before I could realize what happened, I was roughly grabbed by burly hands. I tried to scream and struggle against those hands. But a cloth covered my mouth and nose. The putrid scent of something assailed my nostrils, and I lost consciousness.

The person who betrayed her. Chinyere wanted so much to blame her misfortune on Tobi but she knew it wasn't his fault. It was hers. It was her fault for trusting someone whom she'd never met before. It was number one on her list of 'What Not To Do', a list she'd created in her head as she faked being asleep. What Not To Do 1. DO NOT trust strangers. "Don't worry," the man announced to the hostages and stepped away from Chinyere, "we'll be there soon. I received a text and the customers are excited to meet you."

Despite having a lot of things that were preventing me from functioning well, I don’t know how I was able to come to the company without any scratches. There are a lot of things in my mind lately. Even though I wanted to talk to my only friend about the situation I’m into, I couldn’t tell her at all. Cassandra had once suffered from a miscarriage and I was there when it happened. It was a pity but more importantly a lot more painful for my friend as she had expected her baby to live. After that incident, I had vowed myself to always buying her whatever she wanted; probably also because of the trauma I sustained from that time.

he shifts in the bed, the towel falling down around his hips. "Then make me forget about all of this. Make me forget, Trick, please."

Tragic Turn of Events: Gerard Truscott Loses Life in Confrontation with Best Friend's Son, Adrien Vasanten. "In a heart-wrenching turn of events, Gerard Truscott met a tragic fate as he lost his life in a confrontation with Adrien Vasanten, the son of his closest friend. The incident unfolded unexpectedly, leaving the community in shock and sorrow. Sources reveal that the confrontation occurred at Vasanten's company, where tension escalated between the millionaire and his best friend's son. The reasons behind the altercation remain unclear, and authorities are actively investigating the circumstances leading up to the fatal outcome.

Viv keeps on greeting everyone with a smile as people stare at me weirdly. "Morning everyone," she says. People gathered in no time. "As you all know Christmas hasn't been celebrated since the tragic incident that took place but this year is going to be different because we are celebrating Christmas!!" She says. Everybody claps and chats happily. "I'll like us all to get to work and get the decorations ready," she says. Everybody leaves. "That was easy," I say smiling. "The perks of been beta female," she says with a smile. "You said something about a tragic incident. What's that?" I questioned her. She takes a deep breath.

Hard pass. As I towel off, something catches my eye in the mirror, and my heart drops into my stomach. My back. I freeze, the air turning thick and heavy, like I’m suddenly trying to breathe underwater. My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell.