1 Litre Of Tears Series Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."

" When Lucas finished speaking, a drop of tears fell from his eyes. Lucas had previously applied glycerin to his eyes to bring tears to his eyes. He thought that when Natalie saw the tears in his eyes, she would get emotional and listen to whatever he said. When Natalie saw Lucas shedding faking tears, she clenched her fists in both anger and disgust. But there was one thing, seeing the tears in Lucas' eyes, Natalie began to feel a deep peace in both her heart and mind. And she swore to herself that she would soon make Lucas cry in blood. "Aren't you going to help your old poor Father, Natalie?" When Natalie didn't say anything after seeing his tears, Lucas looked at Natalie and asked again.

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

This best friend is a White girl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Quan once slaughtered. The other girl was one of the Silvers and happened to have the same eye color as her blood. Her dark blue hair was in a ponytail. As a result of Quan's actions too, there was a scar across her neck that looked painful. However, the look in her eyes seemed friendlier than that eerie impression.

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

She said as Veronica continued to gaze at her. Veronica blinked her eyes, and it took her some moment before she finally spoke. “I’m tired of crying. For half a decade, there hasn’t been a day when my eyes didn’t shed tears. Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears, helpless tears, surprise tears, and so on. I have shed every kind of tear!”

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.

I assured him but my voice wasn’t getting on his ears or I could say that he doesn’t want to listen to my voices anymore. And suddenly after a long rage on his eyes I could see the tears rolling down his eyes. The tear which the world rarely saw and knew about. The tears which was more expensive than any other jewels in the whole world. Those tears are priceless. “You’re tearing?” I asked as I lifted my hands to his face to reach his face to wipe off his tears but he turned his face away from me.

His small body stilled completely in Iris’s arms. Then slowly… quietly… The first tear slipped free. It traced a silent path down his cheek, warm against skin that had suddenly gone cold. Another followed… And another… Falling without sound… without resistance… Lucien didn’t sob. He didn’t break loudly. He just stood there… held in Iris’s arms… as tears slipped endlessly from his eyes, carrying away something he would never get back.

she spits, tears burning her eyes. I inhale. My body wobbles and the invisible thread holding me in place breaks. My eyes hurt. Tears well up and a single tear drops and rolls down my cheek.