Blood And Tears Novels & Stories

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

Mikhail I gazed at her as tears clouded her eyes but I didn't care. At least I was telling the truth. “Let's go home, you're done.” I said, taking the sheets off her. “What?” She asked, confusion etched on her face. “But I still ache all over.” “Doesn't matter, little one.” I said, removing the IV from her hand. “Ouch!” She winced in pain as blood seeped out. “That hurt.”

Sure, I had been playing a dangerous game with Keith, but his words then twisted in my chest, leaving me feeling raw. What did he even see me as? Tears pricked my eyes in a hot rush, and each breath stung a little. I jerked my head up and bit down hard on his lip. Keith let out a sharp sound, but he did not stop, and my strength to fight back was fading fast. He gazed down at me, and I could not tell what he saw, but I knew my cheeks were burning and my eyes were shimmering with unshed tears.

Blood and Blame Zara’s hands trembled, slick with Adrian’s blood. For a long, breathless moment, all she could do was stare at them, the red smears glistening beneath the dim light, the metallic scent filling her lungs. The sound of distant chaos echoed down the street, but in her head there was only silence. After bawling her eyes out until her throat burned, she realized it was no use. Tears wouldn’t fix this. Panic wouldn’t save him.

I look broken, my face covered in blood and tears, with the word MURDERER scrolling across the bottom of the screen in bold, red letters. I cover my face with my hands and let out a sob that feels like it’s tearing my chest open.

Worse, the pain that we mutually feel causes my closed eyes to tear, and before I can stop it, numerous pearls of tears stream down my cheeks. Out of reflex, I raise my hand, intending to wipe my tears. It is then I discover that I can now move my hand. Not only can I move my hand, I unintentionally get my eyes open as soon as my fingers make contact with my tears, awaken by it, and am greeted by a realization that everything I feel earlier just belongs to a mere dream as I still find myself sitting on the same spot I occupy. I made a quick check on my surroundings and then move my baffled look to the wet tips of my finger, staring at them blankly.

"Wait. Whatever you want, I can give it to you. Money, anything. I'm taking both of them with me." Ethan steadied himself and regained his composure as he locked his sharp eyes onto Amber. Anyone else might have been intimidated, but Amber was not one to scare easily. She did not even lift her gaze before waving her hand. Tara panicked as her tears spilled uncontrollably while Ethan's eyes stayed on her, filled with nothing but heartache and tenderness. At that moment, I probably looked like the greatest villain of all. It was as if I was someone who had torn apart the fated love story of two star-crossed lovers.

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.