Booktok Books That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

8. "Okay," Elion said. "Here's one from User BookWorm99. Five stars." "Read it." "This book destroyed me," Elion read. "I cried for three days. My mom asked if I was okay. Cale is the most tragic, beautiful character I've ever read. I want a Cale. Where do I find a Cale? Does A****n sell him?" Cale blinked. He looked genuinely confused. "She wants a Cale?" Cale asked.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

a thing that will make his life move in circles. "What made you upset?" Mom asked, and she starred at me as I consumed my breakfast. I forgot she was around while I was reading. Since my brothers are already used to my reactions to the book that I am reading, I wasn’t paying attention because I had my mom, who wasn’t. Do I look drugged or what so ever?" "I just read a book. It’s devastating. It has this feeling that I couldn’t move on." Mom placed his coffee-filled mug on the table and sat beside me. Felix said that you read a lot. Sometimes your eyes even pop out when you read a sad and heartbreaking book. "I'd like to see my little girl cry over a book."

Chapter 15 It's weird how five sentences was enough to make me an emotional wreck. I read the damn thing over and over again, memorizing the writing all over, imprinting the words in my head. I could feel the steady fall and rise of my chest, and God help me, my heart was hammering at an unsteady pace. My throat tightened. "Sorry for making you cry?" I huffed, blinking fast as I tried to push back the traitorous tears. I honestly do not understand why I was tearing up.

She then pulls out her phone and does exactly that while I stand still, for once not having a clue what to say or how to respond. Ella: We Were Liars sat on my bedside table, finished and ready to find a new home on my bookshelf. My heart kind of broke after reading it, but still, the novel was great nonetheless. I feel like novels that bring out strong emotions in you are the best novels, the ones that you can't put down, the ones that make you laugh out loud, the ones you want to throw across the room and rip out the pages, and lastly the ones that make you cry. Those are ones that truly hit you, render you speechless, and make you think about it for days after.

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I sank to the floor, my knees hitting the cold ground, my hands covering my face as sobs ripped out of me. I cried until my throat was raw, until my body shook with every breath. I cried for Ari, so small and helpless. I cried for my mother, gone too soon. I cried for the man I once loved, who had grown so distant, so cold, I could not reach him no matter how hard I tried. And I cried for myself for being foolish enough to hope, foolish enough to believe I still belonged anywhere near him. The book sat on the table, silent, heavy. Its presence was unbearable, yet I could not let it go.

Was that too much to ask? The young woman clenched her eyes in pain and folded her lips into her mouth. She had always thought she was a strong woman, but here she was, about to break down in tears, in front of all these people. People she barely even knew. She needed a place where she could cry and console her aching soul. A place where she could lose herself in. That's it, the young woman opened her eyes, she needed to bury her nose in a book, she needed to lose her soul.

The tears were that of pain, regret and heartache. They say men don't cry. That's a very wrong concept because men do cry. When it gets to a point when the pain becomes too difficult to bear, strong men do break down in tears. I can vividly remember a book, Mira and I read together about a year ago. The book was titled, The Better Place. It was written by a sixteen year old female writer. I could vividly recall the scene where the male lead, who was not only a businessman, but also the CEO of a multimillionaire international organization, broke down in tears after he lost his precious daughter to sickle cell anemia.

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.