Booktok Books That Will Make You Cry の小説・ストーリー

I felt so sad. Up until the point where the alpha king took his lighter in his hands and said to me, "I will punish you this time in a different way. I will destroy each and every one of these books right in front of your very eyes, here and now." I stood my ground and shouted at him, "no! no!" in an attempt to get his attention. I could not hold back the tears. "Don't do it! Please, don't even consider doing that!" I jumped in his path and did everything I could to prevent him from continuing, saying "No, please. I beg you. It would be a terrible mistake to burn the books. Please.”

She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, hoping she could offer him some comfort. "The shelves were once so full. Each and every book contained the magic my mother taught me and my siblings to cherish. She loved to read and would spend the nicer days out by the lake reading in the shade of an old tree. On days when it was cold or rainy, she would sit here by the fire, spellbound by each book that came into her hands. She taught me the power of words, how to transport oneself far away from one's troubles." Brock placed his hands over hers. "When my father turned cruel, these books helped me forget the bruises, the lingering pains." His misery was so acute it caused her throat to ache with g

Guilt clutched at her heart, threatening to break her apart as she continuously cried. "I am so sorry," Aimee Brooke reached out and placed an arm around her crying foster daughter, and hugged her, letting her cry in her arms instead. ...... END OF BOOK 1 BOOK 2 WOULD BE OUT SOON!!! ANTICIPATE!!!

Ground yourself, Lydia. There is this book Dr Sana gave me the last time I saw her. A self help book. It’s by a woman who was dealing with depression and she wrote about her therapy sessions and her thoughts. I Want to Die, But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. Every time I read it, something settles inside me. It makes me feel like I’m not alone in the chaos of my own mind. So I picked it up from the counter where I had left it and started reading.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting there trying to figure out whether the giant wolf I saw with my own eyes was real, while reading a smut book titled The Alpha's Forbidden Mate. A laugh bubbles past my lips. And another. And now I'm crying. I sit heavily on the edge of the bed and press both hands over my face as sobs force their way out of me. The mattress dips beneath my weight with a squeak that is suspiciously judgemental. I cry harder. For my family. For the memories coming back. For the fact that wolves are real. For the fact that I have no idea who I am. Mostly, though, I cry because I miss them.

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.

“A story for today.” Daemon giggled immediately. Daenerys, however, stared with wide eyes, completely engrossed. I read slowly, letting the words fill the newly arranged room. But halfway through the second book, Daenerys’s face scrunched. Oh no. A heartbeat later, she burst into tears. Loud, desperate, piercing cries. The kind that made my heart thud painfully. “Shhh… it’s alright, sweetheart,” I murmured, lifting her gently. She only cried harder.

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.

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.