Novel & Cerita Cry Me A Sad River

Shocked gasps erupts; Now… everyone will see her for who she truly is. “You’re crazy, Chloe,” River growls, losing his temper completely. “Always do horny like some sex starved bitch!…. “I regret the moment I ever spent with you,” River says, and one can hear it in his voice that he truly regret it. “You are such a waste of time and energy. We are done.”

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

I looked down as my expression turned cold. Did Alaric really want me to become a cripple? How could he be so vicious just so that Serina could win the trial? They clearly knew what consequence I would meet, yet they pretended to be so concerned. Sweat poured down my face when my wound was treated. Daisy pretended to wipe tears from her eyes while Alaric stood by my side with feigned concern. “Does it hurt? My poor girl,” Daisy said as she held my hand while wiping her tears with another. She said softly, “It’ll be fine, I’ll be here by your side throughout.”

However, this time, I walked out of the car. I looked at Sasha on the ground and retorted, "Don't you know we're in a free country? Why do you keep kissing up like that?" Sasha was moving stiffly, switching from being on her knees to sitting on the ground. She sobbed and said, "I just had a miscarriage, Ms. Cooper. I have no strength in my legs." I replied, "The ground is too cold for you to sit on. Stand up and talk to me." Tears rolled down Sasha's cheeks as she stood up before me, humiliated. "I'm up now, Ms. Cooper."

I sat on top of the car, and I could hear him cussing me out inside. I thought, "Austin, even if I survived the mountains, I would be resting in bed from the shock. I wouldn't have the energy to bring up a divorce." After my death, my body could no longer produce tears. Still, I touched my dry eyes as I yelled into the night. I called Austin a jerk, but only I could hear my own voice. Luna chuckled like she had just won a battle. "Let's drink! Forget about Ruby. I've called Howard and the others to join us. Let's drink until we pass out!"

Unable to control myself, I writhed on the floor in agony, tears and mucus streaming down my face. A familiar voice gasped nearby, "Sorry! Teresa, I didn't see you there!" It was a voice I could never forget in two lifetimes. It was Stephen's beloved, Lily. I lifted my tear-blurred eyes to look at her. There she sat in a wheelchair, eyes full of triumph, looking at me provocatively. And the person pushing her wheelchair was none other than Stephen. My nemesis from a past life, we met again. A torrent of hatred surged within me!

However, in that moment, a cold wave of fear crept up my spine. On that exact day last year… Someone really had died in that river.

I’m so jealous. [Rue’s probably crying, right? She’s been pursuing you all these years, and in the end, she’s just a pastime to you.] [I hope her tears don’t drown you, dude!] [If she cries, she cries. Worst case, I’ll spend a little time coaxing her. I guarantee it won’t even take two days before she comes running back to me. It’s been years. You think I don’t know her by now? Listen up, Joanna will be my future wife. Don’t get it wrong… Sh*t! I think I forgot to log out of WhatsApp on computer!]

“And these handsome males are Rebel Baltar and Ryder Ezra Hawk SilverMoon, and this little beauty is their daughter, River Tundra Hawk SilverMoon.” While every chatted and got to know each other, Grace noticed that River sat in her mom’s lap with a sad face. She walked over and sat next to Storm. “Such a beautiful little female and such a sad face.” Grace smiled at River. “Why so sad sweet girl?” she asked. River looked up at Grace and her little lip was trembling. “My Coco not here.” She sobbed. Grace looked at Storm. “Coco, Marco, is her mate.” Storm responded as she wiped the small tear from River’s cheek.

“They never gave a damn about you.” The words landed hard because they were true. Too true. I crossed my arms over my chest. “That doesn’t mean I have to be like them.” Cade’s jaw flexed. River studied me for a long moment, then said quietly, “You always do that.” “Do what?” “Bleed for people who’d watch you drown.” That hit too close. So I did what I always did when something hurt too much. I got mean. “Well, sorry for not turning into a selfish asshole overnight.”