Books That Make You Cry Romance Novels & Stories

“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.

It hurt just thinking of it. As tears gathered in my eyes, I dropped my hand from my forehead and went over to my bed. I dropped stomach first and curled my leg then let the tears roll out of my eyes, hitting the bed sheets. I started to cry out, the way I had wanted. My chest tightened, my breath was almost seizing, and my heart hammered fast. I cried for myself and for my delusions for putting me in this place. I cried until my shoulder started to shake and ribs felt lie it wanted to clench me to death. +++++

The handwriting was neat but feminine with looping letters that spoke of care. Her throat tightened as she began to read. “To my dearest little Esme, If you’re reading this, it means a rainy day has found its way into your heart. I’m sorry I can’t be there to hold you through it, to make you hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and tell you silly stories until you laugh.

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After taking her packages back to her car, she decided to visit the nearby library until it was closer to dinner time. The serene ambiance, mixed with the energy of the authors who put their imagination and thoughts into a format that the world could enjoy had a calming, yet invigorating effect on her. She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead.

There wasn't a thing I could do, all the interviewers were frowning at me, waiting for me to leave. I knelt down and erupted into tears, I couldn't take it anymore. Everything had been going sideways since morning. Like every other Monday, today had turned out to be even more cursed. "Mondays, Mondays-I curse you, I curse you." I kept on screaming. They were looking at me like I was a comedian, but that didn't stop me. I kept on screaming as their attention and an interview was what I wanted. I removed my shoes and kept on screaming. There is no backing out for me, I was ready to cause a scene if that would be the only way I could get an interview.

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The sound of crying catches my attention and leads me to the library. Lyra is cradling her stomach, while huge tears drip down her face and land on the pages of the book in front of her. Taking the seat beside her, I pull her over so she is cradled in my lap and I hold her while she cries. She buries her head in my chest and continues to cry. Not even the mate bond can pull her from what she is feeling right now. Sliding the book that she was reading over; I glance over the page that she has been reading. Huge water spots cover the pages where her tears soaked through the paper. Holding Lyra closer I read the page that made her so upset.

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

He’d chosen every lamp, the perfect cushion, every soft blanket folded at the corner of the reading chaise. My throat tightened. I didn’t cry, but the tears felt dangerously close. I walked deeper, and the rug under my feet was thick and soft. Everything in here was gentle, thoughtful, and safe. “I can’t believe he did this.” I whispered, barely breathing as I sunk into the chair and felt it comfortably welcome me. I stood back up to pick up a book in the dark romance genre. I felt loved even more and seen. Completely. “What are you going to do now?” Brittney asked, and I smiled at her as she grabbed one of the psychological thrillers.