Book Make You Cry Novels & Stories

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

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He grunted, leaning on the chair. Zoey beamed, reaching for the zipper in her bag and bring out a large book, she passed it to him. He held the book, his eyes reading the title and subtitle. 'how to make a girl fall in love with you in thirty days (a month) by Roger C. Pierce' Alec grunted, before banging the book loudly on the table. "That's a month, I have only half a month," He sighed. "Oh." She smiled a little. "Sorry,"

I uttered with my calm voice. She stood up and looked at the customers. “ I am sorry-I just...I just don't know..” She sobbed again. I tried to calm her down but it was too late when she run away while her hands covering her mouth and her eyes are still raining. I saw the book cover of the book and it made me smile- I overreacted after reading that book, too. It was not the first time-a customer crying because of a book. And everytime it happens, it's always because the dearest author killed the one of the best fictional character that never existed in real life.

Inside the cover, her initials were faintly composed in pencil, hardly noticeable however unmistakably hers. A bookmark poked out from a random chapter. He flipped to the page. A tiny sticky note stuck between the margins read: “This chapter made me cry the first time. You’ll probably pretend it didn’t.” He smiled and shook his head. For the next hour, he checked out-- not out of monotony, however due to the fact that it felt like connection. Every page carried her voice, her choices, her quiet way of reaching out. He highlighted a line that stated, "The world breaks everyone, and later, many are stronger at the broken locations.".

“Can you see anything?!” I looked down. The ink had completely smudged from water damage and some pages were unreadable now. “It was hot. I want cold, and then I was reading, and they vanished.” she cried dramatically. I genuinely didn’t know whether to laugh or scream. Her innocent face looked ridiculously adorable. I couldn’t wait for her to sober up so I could mock her endlessly about crying over disappearing book characters. Talking about, “they vanished.” I flicked her forehead. “This is exactly why you don’t go around drinking in other people’s houses. Look how miserable you are.”

“Whatever you find… you won’t face it alone.” I nodded, releasing his hand slowly. Then, I began to read the next incantation aloud. The language scraped across my tongue like gravel. Each word dragged itself from my throat, heavy and foreign. It didn’t feel like I was speaking—it felt like something inside me was. The air shifted instantly. The candles surrounding me flickered, their flames dancing wildly as if afraid. The wind howled through the walls. And the book—dear God—the book began to cry. A single drop of blood splashed onto the page. Then another. And another, until the parchment soaked with crimson, like an open wound.

Tears I'd been holding back broke free, streaming down my face. “Oh baby, don’t cry. We’re just getting started,” Dora said with faux sympathy. She's one of the notorious bad girls in her crew. Stephanie walked closer, smirked and slapped my books out of my arms. Pages flew like dead leaves across the school compound. As I knelt to gather them, a page from my fantasy novel fluttered loose, a dog-eared copy of The Moonborn Prophecy, my favorite. A silver wolf glowed on the cover.

He leaned closer to the black book and lowered his glasses so he could read the title. "... I forgive." He knew the title. He knew who wrote it and he could even recall how it felt in his hands with intricate detail. But he needed to make her tell him what he has been told a million times before, so she could feel better and special. The young woman smiled down at the book and stroked its canvas cover. She took a breath in and recalled the countless times this book supported her when her own mind couldn't. A tear formed in her eye, and took a breath again. A breath and tear that occured countless times before. Dr. Luca pulled out his tissue box, and the same tissue was pulled out like others

I can't deny that Ronald give a huge impact to me this day that I feel so empty and sad. What's with this guy? Why are my feels affected when it comes to him? He's a nobody. He's handsome but he's far from Alqamar. But why is he distracting my mind? I sighed and walked inside the bookstore. I swallowed hard and went to the last bookshelves so that I can sit there and rest a bit. I sat down on the ground and lean my back to the bookshelve. I put my arms on top of my knees and lean my forehead over it and from there...my shoulders started to quiever as my tears continuously fall from my eyes.