Novel & Cerita Books That Make You Cry Romance

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And then they both walked out too, leaving me on my knees with tears burning the back of my eyes and shame engulfing me whole in its blazing flames as Oliver’s come dried on my breasts and ruled my taste buds. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other completed books? Read CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. And check out: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A Dark MMf Mafia Romance!!

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

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.

“Yeah. Safe drive.” I made it to my room before the tears hit. Locked the door, slid down it exactly like last night, and cried so hard my whole body shook. Not angry crying. Not even the laughing-then-crying kind we’d done during research. Just pure, gut-wrenching sobs that wouldn’t stop. My wolf howled inside my head, mourning, and I couldn’t even tell it to shut up. I cried until my eyes swelled shut and my throat was raw. Cried for the knot and the silver thread and the moon water and the blood we spat out laughing. Cried because we’d fallen in love trying to fall out of it, and now he was gone and I was alone and the bond was still there, wide awake and aching.

Camila stepped inside carefully— And froze. The entire room was filled with paintings. Hundreds of them. Every wall. Every corner. Every canvas. All of them painted the same woman. A beautiful blonde girl with large green eyes. Some paintings showed her smiling. Others laughing. Crying. Sleeping. Dancing. There were so many emotions trapped inside each piece that Camila’s chest immediately tightened. Love. Obsession. Heartbreak. Grief. Every single painting screamed pain. Mateo remained near the doorway silently while Camila slowly walked deeper into the room.

The success arrived like a silent wave, almost imperceptible at first, then overwhelming. In less than a month since the discreet release of Embracing Shadows, the book had become an organic phenomenon in dark romance and trauma survivor communities. The Goodreads ratings surpassed four thousand, with an average of 4.7 stars. Private groups on F******k and I*******m shared excerpts with captions that cut straight to Maeve’s heart: "I read it crying in the work bathroom. Lira is me."

He took one hesitant step closer. “We can still make this work. We can try. I really miss us.” “So do I.” Hope flickered across his face. “But it’s not enough. Nothing can ever be the same again. The version of us that existed before you cheated will never exist again.” His expression fell as the room became silent again. “I made one mistake.” “Maybe. But that one mistake ruined everything.” He winced and covered his face with one hand. The sadness and regret on his face when he removed his hand almost broke me but I willed myself to remain strong. To not give in.

My eyes fluttered shut as the sensation sent a shiver through me, settling low in my stomach and making warmth spread through my body. “Anyone,” I swallowed, forcing the word out. His free hand came up to cup my breast. He squeezed my hardened nipple with a mix of roughness and care before rubbing slow circles around it. My lips parted as a moan slipped out. God, it felt so good with him. With Lee, it had always been average, but with him, it was different. Good different. Why the hell was he making me feel this way? “Let's try something crazy, kitty,” he growled against my neck.

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.