Cry Me A Sad River Novels & Stories

His hug really eased my heart I need someone to understand me just once I didn't want any words just a support I brought my palms towards his face cupping his cheeks These emotions were really playing against my sanity I'm sorry I'm not a good women I had another man in my heart I feel like I betrayed you He just looked at me, now he was shivering too and tears were streaming down his face . It was so different to see a man cry . His emotions were making me a wreck You've done nothing wrong . I won't say I'm not jealous but I know you have the most purest heart This brought a smile on my face mixed with tears he returned my gesture I removed my hands and hugged him again like If I let go he

"Take her. River, take her and get out of here. We can't win this." River shakes his head. "No, Mike. We're fighting." I shake him and grip him harder, a tear rolls down my cheek. "PLEASE!" My breath hitches. "No! Mike. I know it looks bad. But, we can't do this without you. We can do this." I shake my head and flop it into my arms that are crossed on my knees. Breaking down. My body filled with the guilt of the massive army that's being sent to kill us all. I cry hard as River places a hand on my nape.

There was still a trace of concern on his face when he saw me crying. All of them were looking at us. Grandma's crying on my side too. I can't help but cry more. My heart is just so full. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud now. Until I got to the front I was just crying. When River approached me, he couldn’t help but speak. “You’re crying again. Are you starting to hate the idea of being married to me?” “Stupid. While would I? I'm just really happy…” I said, trying to smile at him even though I felt nervous at the same time. I could see his gradual smile because of what I said.

Rowan's words shattered my heart completely. I let out a bitter laugh, turned, and walked away without looking back. Someone once told me that promises were the most useless things in the world—what mattered was action. I never believed it before, but now, I did. I took a cab to the Rivers, planning to see Patrick and leave after that. Halfway there, I received a video call from Jeremy Harding. "Angela, look at the tulips by the side of the road—they're so beautiful. Coriland is amazing. Are you really not coming back?"

His voice cracked with emotion as he spoke, his eyes searching mine for a sign of forgiveness, of acceptance. Tears welled up in my eyes as his words washed over me, a mix of sorrow and guilt swirling inside my heart. Sharon, gone? The woman who had been a mother to me when my own had abandoned me. The weight of her absence settled heavily on my chest, mingling with the unresolved emotions I felt towards River. “I’m so sorry, River,” I whispered, grasping his hand tightly in mine. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.” River reached out. His thumb wiped away my tears. "Please don't cry anymore," he said, yet he shed tears himself.

I was only seven when my dad, Michael Carter, jumped into the river to save a drowning man. I was still playing in the sand on the riverbank. By the time a crowd had gathered and Dad was pulled from the water, his body had turned blue. He wasn't breathing. And the grown man Dad had risked his life to save? He swam back to shore on his own, shook off the water, muttered, "Just my luck," and walked away. Mom never smiled again after that. She worked three jobs to keep our family afloat. A year later, she collapsed from exhaustion at the textile mill and never woke up. Every spring, Grandma took me to visit their graves. She would cry and say the same thing every year. "If only I hadn't taken y

I tried to get her to focus back on me. River’s eyes went back to me. “You look sad too.” “I’m not. I’m just sick.” I replied, not wanting to admit how I felt. “O, no. I was sick too one time. Whewe are you?” River asked, her eyes wondering around the screen. “I’m at the beach. But River, when was mom sad?” River sighed, “we was in the caw. You wewe talking. I saw hew cwy.” “She was crying? When was that?”

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

When my elder sister, Melanie Grant, is 15, I inadvertently cause the death of our parents. I want to eat cake, so Mom and Dad make a U-turn halfway. Tragically, a drunk driver behind the wheel of a heavy-duty truck takes their lives on the spot. I suffer a severe blow to the head, causing my mental capacity to regress to that of a seven-year-old. Alone, Melanie buries Mom and Dad. When the orphanage offers to take me in, she holds back her tears and shakes her head. "My little brother needs me." Everyone believes she simply cannot bear to lose all her family members at once, but they assume that sooner or later, she'll remember what I've done and send me to the orphanage. Over the nex

" I almost laughed. When I was dying, they wouldn't spare a single cent. What legitimate reason could I possibly have that they'd care about? I didn't take the bait. I just said flatly, "20 dollars will only get us a dead fish." "I don't want dead fish! I want crispy glazed salmon!" Rayne's shrill voice rang out. Derek couldn't stand to see his daughter disappointed. He handed me another 50 bucks. "Pick the best fresh salmon for your sister." Derek loved making things difficult for me. It didn't matter though. Whatever fish I bought, I'd be the one cooking it anyway.