Novel & Cerita Трагическая Любовь

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

I knelt down beside it, holding his face in my hands. “Papa,” I called out to him, hoping he would open his eyes and answer me with a smile but he didn't respond. Mama let out a strangled cry and collapsed into me, I wrapped my arms around her trembling body as she sobbed into my shoulder. “They killed him,” she whispered on my shoulder. “They killed my Francesco.” I was still struggling with accepting that my Papa was gone. I just sat there, holding my mother as she cried her heart out.

Tina Devacraux had lived with the peculiar burden for fifteen years now: the quiet, relentless knowledge that every worst decision of her life had been made out of love. Hatred was clean. Hatred announced itself with sharp edges and clear intentions. It left bruises you could see and name. Love, however, was infinitely more treacherous. It arrived wrapped in the soft language of sacrifice, whispering that temporary pain was kinder than permanent ruin. It convinced otherwise intelligent, otherwise decent people that if they could only endure being misunderstood for a little while, those they loved would one day understand. They would look back, see the full picture, and finally thank them.

“ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

The headache tormented him again, and he felt his limbs suddenly shaking, aching. Turns out, the destructive power of unrequited love is this terrible. He had always thought that he would never have to experience the feeling of heartbreak when the girl he chose to love was just an ordinary girl, not rich and without social status. Without an appointment, both of them burst into tears at the same time. While Thang Vu was in pain because of the first love he gave to Thi San but received a bitter ending, she cried for her sponge identity. If only she had some outstanding talent, earned a lot of money, and could support his future career, she would not have easily given him to someone else.

“Is that what you call this?” “Love doesn’t yell in anger, Jim. It’s not doubting, insecure or judgmental. It doesn’t make a character flaw of a—,” Teri stumbled over the words, "an extenuating circumstance!” Shaking her head, she stormed into her borrowed office. Closing her laptop, she reached for the carrying case. “Love seeks to understand, even before being understood. It listens, and honors what’s shared.”

The madness of falling for someone who would tear the world apart just to keep you. That’s dark romance. A beautiful tragedy you’ll never escape.

Thank you. #one_love