Sad Romantic Novels & Stories

she paused to hold my gaze. “That combination? It’s toxic, and it’ll drown you eventually. Being with Ryder would leave you in this constant push and pull, it’s not healthy.” I stared at the half-eaten bag of chips. “And Damien?” “Damien sounds safe,” she said firmly. “So far he seems very loving, sweet, and patient. There’s no massive baggage, or years of trauma. The only thing wrong with him is that Ryder says he’s bad. That’s a bit narcissistic if you ask me.”

"Of course not! He's insulted me…and we've severed our bonds… I've already recognized our bonds… I mean, we just need an introduction until I'm sure I want to be your mate.” “Ah…love story…behind the tragic story there is a lovey-dovey story on the edge of a cliff and near two new graves that are still wet… an ironic love story… happy over someone else's sadness.” Riri teased, and Rena blushed even more. “I don't really… I just…”

Damien continued, his tone softening, “We are fated. Soulmates. We have always been meant for each other. We are too destroyed, too toxic for anyone else.” Ronan let those words settle. After a moment, he asked as his voice low, “What is it like? Being in love with someone you can’t be with?” Damien’s smile turned sombre while his eyes were reflecting a lifetime of pain. “It’s like… you can’t breathe, even when there is all the oxygen in the world around you. Like you are suffocating in a room full of people you love because the only one you want isn’t there. It’s like everything is dead. You are dead, but you can’t bring yourself to cut the thread of life that’s left.”

Damien took a slow breath then he continued. “Somewhere along the way, I forgot how lucky I was…..I forgot that loving someone is a privilege and losing you proves that to me”. His eyes met hers. Sophia felt hurt in the best possible way because every word sounded real,it wasn't rehearsal, not perfect but genuine. Damien slowly reached into his pocket and Sophia immediately covered her face. “Ooh my goodness!”. “ You are supposed to let me do this”. He laughed softly. “ This is horrifying”. “It's romantic". He said.

His eyes were glossy now, red-rimmed with unshed tears. "If I can’t have her, no one will," he whispered. "I swear to God, Kim… I’ll end it all. Right here. Right now." Damien spoke calmly. "Don’t be stupid, Roland." "I’m not being stupid! I’m in pain! I’m in hell!" "So your solution is murder-suicide? That’s your grand redemption arc?" "You don’t understand! You’ve never loved anyone but yourself!" "You’re right," Damien said, pulling me closer behind him, his body tense. "But maybe I’m learning now. Maybe she’s changing that."

Ibrahim concluded. "that's so sad," I said, poor Ahmad I thought. "It's just because he is a romantic, if not. his always been rational about his decisions," Ibrahim said feeling the need to defend Ahmad's rationality for falling in love with a woman he didn't know. "I understand, " I said, I didn't think it irrational at all, I was also a romantic, and I found it sweet. "But he hasn't said anything about her in a while, we can still try to see if he connects with Jidda" Ibrahim said I had no idea why he felt the need to keep talking, but I figured he was trying to console me.

Grayson snapped back . " Yeah i like her actually i love her i am madly in love with her . " said Damon his eyes were now turning red and he was about to cry . " Why are you doing this then ." asked Grayson . " Because she can't be mine , i know i can't get her and if she stays near me , my feelings for her will drive me crazy . So the only solution is that she has to hate me ." said Damon tears started following through his eys with every single word he said .

The office whispers about Cassandra’s heartbreak suddenly gained a new, chilling dimension. “Damian is a man who can be incredibly charming, incredibly engaging, when he needs something, when he’s focused on a problem,” Ms. Romero explained, her voice tinged with a subtle sadness. “He draws people in. He makes them feel valued, seen. Because for a brief period, they are part of his solution. But once the problem is solved, once the immediate need is met… he retreats. He goes back into his world of logic and data. He doesn’t mean to hurt anyone, Isabelle. He’s just… emotionally unavailable. He doesn’t see people in the same way he sees data points.”

Dimitri said softly, his breath fanning Dominic's neck and shoulder. Dimitri reaches up and slowly turns Dominic. "I hate myself for hurting you. I hate that I threw us away. I dream about you every night. My dreams are so vivid and so real, I swear I can taste you! In my dreams, you let me make it up to you. In my dreams, you let me mend your broken heart. In my dreams, I show you every day how sorry I am. In my dreams, I worship this sexy body of yours, and I make love to you."

Raf added gently, “you’ll crave only my blood. You’re my mate.” He leaned slightly closer, looking directly into her eyes. “That’s why I didn’t feel any real pain. You can drink my blood whenever you want.” Tears gathered instantly in Saraya’s eyes. “I hurt you,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice trembled. Raf sighed quietly. “Honey Bee,” he said in a mock stern tone, “don’t you dare cry.” She blinked. “You’re becoming more and more of a crybaby with every passing day.”