Romans & histoires Book Make You Cry

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Then a strange softness came out of my lips. "What....what did you do to him?“ Why do I even care?! He laughed loudly then replied coldly. “What do you think?” My heart skipped and my eyes doubled in size. I laughed awkwardly then louder and louder unsure why my hands are shaking and yet my laughter didn't cease. “Get the corpse”. I heard him order. As soon as I heard that word , tears dropped down my cheeks. I was surprised because the tears kept coming, uncontrollably. I never cried In front of people and never cried this much for years

Kimani Secretly dating your brother's best friend sounded like the plot of a book when I said it in my head. Something dramatic and exciting and slightly scandalous that happened to other people, the kind of situation you read about and thought well that girl should have known better. And it was all of those things. It was also how I ended up flat on my back on my own bed with Roan King hovering above me like the concept of personal gravity had simply never applied to him and he saw no reason to start respecting it now.

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Auxel, who was closest to the chair, immediately opened the goodie bag, and took out two books that were quite thick. As he flipped through the book, he saw the title of a novel that had made his travel across America just to get it. "Crazy!" the man said involuntarily. Brandon immediately picked up the book, and his eyes opened wide. "Axel, where did you get this novel?" "It's no longer in production because Little White Rose is on hiatus. In fact, we read this novel in turn from the community we joined." Axel didn't answer immediately, he chose to enjoy the taste of caramel macchiato that always made him happy.

Her hair was bouncy, curling on her shoulders, and smelt like roses "I'm sorry" she apologized bending down to pick up the books she had dropped. He immediately bent down to help her. Picking up a large book with a thick brown cover and the title written in gold "Romeo and Juliet" he read out loud and the embarrassed girl graded the book from his hand, her face glowed a light pink. "Thank you" she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wait, don't I know you?" Her question shocked and scared young Charles, did she notice that he had been watching her, did she somehow find out that he had constant dreams about her dancing on water like a beautiful waterlily

Because I know how it goes, if you flinch, they laugh louder. “Hey, cow!” a voice barks. Then a shoulder clips mine, hard. I stumble. My books drop, and no one helps. A few people snicker. I think someone films it. I have no interest in looking. I bend over, trying to breathe through the pain in my eyes, to still my hands. I cannot cry here. They enjoy it when I cry. One by one I put my books back into my bag and stand up. "Keep moving, don t stop," I kept whispering to myself.

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Those liquid thing seems so alien to me now after I had emptied it wimping for the sudden loss of my loved ones. I bit my lips hard with eyes still tightly shut, stopping the tears to roll down on my cheeks and let people think I was crazy, crying while holding these books. Stop now, Sam. You sounded like a poet now. Enough with your drama! Stop--- I frowned when someone suddenly took out that book from my hand. My eyes quickly shut opened and was ready to lash out at that someone for interrupting my poetry. But the moment my eyes laid on that someone, my eyes widened in recognition as the tears thing suddenly forgotten.

Amor got our stuff out of the carriage. I looked at the book that had fallen on the floor of the carriage. “I remember now. As soon as I touched this book, I don’t know why, but I heard agonising and deafening screeches in my head.” Amor looked at me and then at the book. Tensing his brows, he reached out to pick up the book. My heart was in my throat when he touched it. I looked at him. “Did you hear it too?” I asked, and he shook his head in denial. “Trust me, hearing those screams triggered my panic attack. It was a numbing noise. I can’t even express it in words...”