Blood Sweat And Tears Artinya Novels & Stories

My tears blurred my vision. “Stop making this expensive joke!”

The sobs are louder than I expect. I try to choke them down, try to grit my teeth and bite through the grief that’s spilling out of me—but it won’t stop. The Hollow has won. Mud clings to my calves and feet, drying into my skin like it belongs there. The wetness on my face—rain, tears, sweat—blurs together until I can’t tell where one ends and another begins. My hair sticks to my cheeks, my chest heaves with the effort of trying not to come completely undone.

My fear-scent. The heat in my face was volcanic. Tears welled, hot and insistent, blurring Loveth’s perfect features. *Weak. Shallow. Can’t defend yourself.* I dropped my gaze to the textbook, a hot tear escaping to splash onto the open page, smudging the ink. *Useless. Crying. Pathetic.* "Loveth," Ashton said, his voice still low, but a hint of warning edged into it now. "Not helping."

There was dry blood on her lips after she had bitten through her lip so violently. The redness only made her appear paler, while her body and hair were soaked through with sweat. Quiet tears slid down her cheeks, leaving her even more miserable. Tears welled up in Madam Barnes' eyes right then as she wobbled over, pain showing in her eyes as she looked on. "My poor Tina… Quick! Get her to the hospital!"

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

Ana runs to me and kneels beside me. Some have control over their tears, others force them to cry. My case is contradictory, I am simply trying to stop crying. There are no sobs, there are no screams, there are just tears of pain. There are pains in the form of crying, in the form of tears, those that flood inside with sorrow and outside with water. These are the worst.

I gritted my teeth to distract me from the tears and blinked a few times rapidly to try to churn them away. My crying got heavier to where my chest started heaving. I got mad at myself for crying. It made me feel dramatic. Out of control. Tears fell onto the paper and blurred the ink. Fuck. I tried to blow on the wet spot to dry it, but more tears dripped from my eyes and fell onto the page and made it worse.

“Tell me the truth, Summer!” In the depths of my despair, a torrent of tears cascaded down my face, their salty streams resembling a mighty river carving its way through the landscape of my emotions. Each sob that escaped my lips felt like a bittersweet symphony, its melody entwined with the raw ache in my throat, as if the weight of my sorrow threatened to suffocate me. A searing pain, akin to a thousand needles, relentlessly stabbed at my heart, leaving me gasping for breath. The weight of Steven’s intense animosity bore down upon me, like an impenetrable wall of loathing that threatened to crush my spirit. From the very start, I had a premonition that this particular outcome would come to

he says half encouraging me half threatening me. I cannot go on any longer. I start to feel my legs quiver as another wave of pain runs over my body. I wipe the tears from my eyes. I know I am a mess. Blood smeared on my face and running down from my nose. The smell alone is overwhelming my senses. My head was pounding. I could not continue. I simply couldn’t. I felt my own tears mix with the blood making the blood stream down my face like mascara does in the rain.

-HADES- Tears roll down her cheeks like waterfall, she struggles to breathe, thrashing against the sock stuffed in her mouth. I stumbled back, my eyes erupting into a piercing pain before I felt tears sliding down my cheeks. With trembling hands, I gripped the edge of my table, supporting myself against it as my throat grew tight with each passing second. She let out a loud wail, withering in pain under that man. My brother stood near them, watching her with lusful eyes. He was enjoying all this when Sage was drowning in her own tears.