Bawling My Eyes Out Novels & Stories

Bronwen The alcohol stings my eyes, making me cry out. Especially in my bruised eye, which was already sore to begin with. I clutch my hand to my face, tears of pain filling my eyes as I try to blink rapidly to combat the stinging. “Ow. Shit.” “Babe, are you okay?” Suddenly Morana and Alec are by my side, with Morana gripping my face between her hands. “My eyes burn!” I tell her. Alec is inspecting me, but watching the guy and girl over my shoulder.

Burning tears slipped out from my eyes and trickled into my parted mouth. "Fuck." I exhale, before clenching my jaw and gripping hard onto the steering wheel.

I let out a shaky breath, blinking rapidly and looking upwards in order to not cry and ruin my perfect makeup. Dammit.

My eyes burned, and I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry. No, but the tears came rushing down my eyes

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Warmth seeped through as teardrops soaked his shirt. "Hey, hey... it's okay ...." I pushed Jay's chest. "Get lost! Why do you always make my eyes hot?" I grumbled. My sobs probably sounded sharp, similar to a female cat having a tantrum. Let it go. "Ah, your eyes are burning? Then, it can't be helped!" Jay then widened the eyelid with his finger, then constantly blowing alternately. "Silly vampire! What the hell do you want?" "Shut up, I'm soothing your eyes. Too bad you can't see my handsome face," Jay teased.

My back slides down the wall and my eyes fill with tears as my emotions get the better of me. “Fuck…” I sob, burying my face in my hands.

His eyes were pleading, his head shaking and tears running down his eyes. I gave out a revengeful smile, as I corked the gun.

“I can smell your fear,” “You’d be mad to think I’m afraid of you!” I cursed. He laughed, trailing his thumb up my body, then my face, until it rested on my right eyes. “What are you doing?” Before I could complete my question, the pressure of his thumb grew. He pushed hard into my right eye. Pain exploded through my head. I screamed as he dug deeper and yanked my eye out. Blood poured down my face. I cried loudly, my whole body shaking from the shock.

MIRABELLA I’m so startled I let out a tiny squeak, and immediately the sound leaves my lips, I curse myself for it, because the sound sets off another round of laughter behind me. I squeeze my eyes shut, blinking hard against the tears that burn at the back of them, desperate not to let them spill. I don’t want them to see me crying. I don’t want them to know just how much this has gotten to me.