Blood And Tears Novels & Stories

Suddenly, the drunk man’s eyes get bigger as it was being shocked and slowly falling on the ground, and the blood from his stomach starting to flow out. The drunk man falls on the muddy ground and the fresh blood flowed mix in the water flows coming from the raindrops that washed out the blood. I look the old beggar and were both stare each other’s eye. I look him as I was inquisitive of what I just saw. But then before I ask him anything, he walked and leave me without anything happen.

Endless pain for losing a life. "Sshh, dear. Everything will be okay." I can feel her moving closer and embracing me tightly. I sobbed on her shoulders. She uttered words that would comfort me while her hands were caressing my back. Nonetheless, I forced myself to be strong. I tried to calm myself down even if I'm about to give in. I thought I already cried enough, I thought I was already hurt enough. My throat was sore and my eyes were swollen, but it seems like my tears aren't tired of streaming down. That even if I wanted to stop, it just won't. My heart tightened in utter pain.

Then tears streamed down her stunning face. A gasp escaped Fiona’s lips, and her eyes were wide in disbelief at the cruelty of Preston leaving his new bride alone at Home Affairs. Fiona hugged her best friend tightly with tears brimming in her eyes and said, “I am so sorry, my dearest Brooklyn. Preston doesn’t deserve you. Why didn’t you call me after that heartless man abandoned you? I would have come and picked you up.”

She couldn’t bear to stay there any longer, to hear the plea in his voice, to see the remorse in his eyes. Den called out to her, his voice choked with despair. “Julie, stay! Please, don’t go!” But she didn’t stop. She kept walking, the echo of his words fading behind her, a cruel memorial of the pain he'd caused, the trust he'd broken. As she walked, a lone tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. It was a tear of wrathfulness, a tear of sadness, a tear of betrayal. It was a tear for the girl she had been, the girl who had fallen in love with him, the girl who had believed his pledges, the girl who had trusted him with her heart...

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

I shredded the iceroot Morpheus had sent me and threw that in the bin too. I was almost dead anyway. My things would only be an eyesore to them. Last was a picture of just Morpheus and me. I stared at it, blank, and then, without a second thought, binned it as well. After all that, it was as if every drop of strength had drained from my body. I collapsed onto the nest. A savage pain ripped through my belly. The coppery taste of blood rose in my throat. I coughed violently, spraying blood across the sheets in a great dark bloom.

Through the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. At first, she hurried away in quick little steps. Then she broke into a run, her high heels striking the pavement faster and faster. Only then did my composure finally shatter. Covering my face, I let the tears spill through my fingers. The direction Delilah was running was the exact opposite of the road that led home. The path that was supposed to lead us to happiness had ultimately fallen apart because of betrayal.

"He's still useful. Don't take the shoulder out." "I know," I say. "You have that look." "What look." "The one where you've decided to be thorough." She looks up then. Meets my eyes over Caruso's pinned head. "Not yet." Not yet. I file that. Step back. Let Caruso peel his face off the worktable and assess the damage — a split lip now, blood on the concrete surface, his left eye already beginning to close from the impact. "Sit down," I tell him. He sits.

The one she never got to sing. I stand in the hallway with my back pressed against the wall, listening, and tears start sliding down my face before I can stop them. Hot and fast and impossible to control. Because all I could think about is my brother did this to him. The song ends and the silence that follows is somehow worse. I try to wipe my face but my hands won’t cooperate and I can’t seem to breathe right. “I know you’re there.” His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and emotionless.

I said. "Good." Liora reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Empty. "One more thing. I lied about the f*e. There's a material component." She held up the vial. "One tear. From each of you. Freely given, after the deal is struck. Not grief tears. Not pain tears. The kind that come when you've been holding something for a very long time and you finally put it down." She set the vial on the bedside table and stepped back.