Crying Hearts Novels & Stories

"The heart of the crying is there." They followed her lead, moving past the listless villagers to the village square. In the center was a stone well, ancient and covered in slick, black moss. But it wasn't a well for drawing water. The stones of the well itself were weeping. Slow, constant tears of water seeped from between the cracks, pooling around the base and feeding the ever-present mud. This was the source. The Heartspring of Oakhaven was not a source of life, but of sorrow.

🦋 NIKITA 🦋 Crying became an anthem and fear became a close friend, I still sat in one corner, fighting a battle between my mental health and physical health. A memory of Reyna being killed by Benita flashed through my mind again, and I buried my head deeper between my laps, trembling. I felt as if I was hit by a tidal wave, my emotions crashing down on me like an unrelenting storm. Tears streamed down my face, hot and bitter, as I wept uncontrollably.

My heart is beating fast, I'm scared. I just want to run to the battlefield and check on Adrian. I'm tired of that feeling in my heart, something I cannot describe. It is a feeling that makes me overthink, a feeling that exhausts my mind and steals my energy away from me; it's a wave of worry and a tornado of stress. It seems that my eyes forgot how it feels to be dry because they are always filled with tears; I'm drowning in my rivers of tears. My heart is screaming in agony and my head is throbbing. I can't take it, I just can't. What do I call this feeling? It exceeds the normal pain. I think all words in the English language are not sufficient enough to describe what I'm going through.

They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps I can credit this natural passivity with my willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach me more about my true nature and how fragile we humans are. It is only natural to cry when we feel cold. Look up to the clouds, Jethro, they do it too. When they feel cold the water molecules lose energy and condense into droplets. Don't those droplets water the land? Don't they bring us healthy plants and food? Crying, my boy, is the same. It puts you in touch with all the goodness inside of you. That is why God loves the sound of a broken heart. He would have spared you the pain if He coul

The sound of crying was the worst sound in the world. The wails of sorrow and loss made my eyes tear up and my heart to squeeze. When I heard Mason brake down in front of me in his drunken state I thought my heart broke. But as I heard the cries of the women and children who lost their mates and fathers, my heart shattered.

CHAPTER 4.1 My tears have no plans to stop from falling. An overflowing liquid from my eyes through my cheeks down to my chin is full of pain. I felt numb inside my upper right chest, every time I cry like my heart is being squeezed, I can never explain the extreme pain it has. Every time I draw strength to breathe properly, at the same time, my heart aches as if scratching when I breathe and press my hand to my heart. At a young age, this was probably the most painful thing I ever felt.

Aira on the other side caressed my hair and wiped my tears with her thumb. "Crying is bad for your baby," Hailey was trying to console me but I couldn't set aside the pain in my heart. "Hailey, help me," I was desperate to end the awful feeling inside but I knew that it'll forever be plastered in my system for the rest of my life. "Hailey I want to leave," I was sobbing in between my words.

He sounds defeated. I hurry behind him as he leads me outside and to the Pack Gates. As we reached the Gates, I heard that sound that broke my heart in half. “A baby?’ I asked him with my eyes wide. “Is it a family that is in need of shelter?” I asked him, not knowing I was far from right. “No Alpha.” He seemed so secretive. The crying continued but it wasn’t a normal baby cry. It was a saddened cry. A loud, prolonged, mournful cry. One to make any mother's heart shatter.

I know I am wrong but it's hurting. How can I make you understand that I only love you ? After crying my heart out I decided to not give up. I wiped my tears and decided to take lunch for him to his office. There he can't run away from me. *****

Her hands were holding the table for support and the sights breaks his heart. Adam backed up against the dusted wall and falls on his feet. He hugs the portrait with baby shoes in his hand tightly to his chest. Tears sting his eyes and he can’t stop himself from crying. All the ache he felt deep inside his chest just flow out from his howling and whimpering as he struggles to calm himself. A king do not cry, a king do not show any signs of weakness or show their vulnerability to anyone but he just lost it. He couldn’t control himself anymore. He felt ugly, he felt awful, he knew he was cruel. He continues to cry his heart out for the one he had lost. What have he done…