Books That Make You Cry Romance Novels & Stories

- I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER BOOK 1 (23,300 READERS) - ENDLESSLY MINE BOOK 2 (5200 READERS) -INFINITELY OURS BOOK 3 ( 484 READERS) **SAGA ROMANCE (passion, romance, temptations and a man determined to do everything for the woman he loves). -WHEN YOU LEAVE YOUR HEART BEHIND BOOK 1 (3500 readers) -MY HEART WILL BE YOURS BOOK 2 (2000 readers) **BOOKS THAT GOODNOVEL HAS UPLOADED TO A****N KINDLE**. -I BELONG TO YOU FOREVER

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

According to William Congreve, in his book, the Mourning Bride, 'no one is angrier than a woman who has been rejected in love. Carmine got to her room and met her on her reading desk reading a book, which Carmine was aware that she was just holding it. Likewise, Ruby gave her a thin smile before she sat on the bed. She was bereft of speech, so she only looked at her while she pretended to be reading her book. After a while, Carmine heard a cry and she encouraged. “Baby, let it come. Don't suppress the urge to cry, please.” Ruby rested her head on her shoulder and groaned.

Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.

And the consequence, the living reminder of human frailty and the audacity of my enemies, had been taken from me. Camila knelt beside her, rocking back and forth, muttering incoherently. Her bloodied hands pressed against her chest as if she could will Lana back through sheer force. The sight should have been unbearable, yet it fueled something darker, sharper inside me. I did not mourn, not yet. I did not plead. I did not cry. I had work to do.

It’s a romance book with a half-naked man on the cover, a girl in a skimpy dress, and a wolf in the background titled ‘Taming the Alpha. He smirks as he passes it back to me, “Enjoy your reading, Elyria. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.” Conrad is shaking with the urge to laugh as he stands behind Atlas and Dahlia smacks his arm in annoyance. I scurry away, ready to leave the embarrassment behind. I rush to my bedroom instead of going to the office. I shake my head in frustration. Literally, I could’ve grabbed any other freaking book. Of course, I pick the one that screams sex!

I’m here because my ex destroyed me and now this stranger’s voice is making my pussy clench. I swallowed hard and tried to focus. “I… I don’t even know where to start,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “He just left. After three years. Said I was too much, needy, and too broken for him. I keep replaying every fight, every time he pulled away when I needed him, and I can’t stop crying. I feel so fucking empty.” Dr. Vale leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. Those hands looked strong, veins standing out along the backs, fingers long.

"I can't cheat on you now in any way. Why are you scared now?" He asked her whose eyes suddenly became blurry. "I hate you." "And I love you." Harper chuckled as he put her hand on his cheek. He gently kissed her palm. "I am sorry for hurting you like this. You have no idea how hurtful it is for me to see you like this." He lifted his hand wiped her tears. "Please forgive me every though I do not deserve your forgiveness." Harper leaned as he kissed her forehead and then took her in his embrace who was crying silently. He rubbed her back as he let her cry as much as she wanted.

I stopped him. “No, don't go. If you need a place to cry, this is as perfect a place as any. I know from experience.” “You cry?” he asked with a slight smile. “Yes. I'm a writer. I have an expansive array of emotions.” “Yes, I've experienced some of them,” he joked. I laughed with him for the first time ever. I invited him to share my sangria and to tell me about his tears. He bore his soul for hours and for hours, I listened. We cried and laughed together. There was way more to him than he ever let on and I was wrong to judge him. That was the last thing I remembered before falling asleep with him sobbing in my lap.

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”