Cue The Tears Novels & Stories

As Ruelle looked down on the small puddle that formed beneath her feet and the pearly blacks like a feral as tears escape from her face as she held her hands to her face the surprise took a toll on her. As she screeched like a wailing lost ghost that broke all the glassware in vicinity. But she found Theo and Cath together and demanded of how are they together. “Is it true then…the rumors..” Ruelle asked a tear and gulp in her throat makes her voice gulfed in brokenness and snot as she sniffs it better. Theo nod as the her black orbs seem to flame and water as a tear in Theo’s eye as he sheds it and hides it with a hand. “Ruelle I have a r-reason but I d-d-doubt you’ll hear me out…” He said

back off. Gabby: "Very funny. So where is my princess tear?" We showed him the bottle. Gabby looked at it and then fumed with anger. Gabby: "You made my princess cry so much. I will kill you, Sam." Casie:" Gabby relax. We can't help if carol is a drama queen and isn't it better. If you run out of perfume you can use the residual tears to make another one ." Gabby: "You kiddo need to really learn about our world."

But Liam being Liam wiped his eyes and quickly came over to me with a glass bottle and tissues. He rubbed my back and put the bottle under my chin. "Did you know that faeries tears have healing properties?" Shaking my head no he continued, "and knowing how exquisitely unique you are these will probably do even more." Liam kept the glass tincture capturing tears that fell from my cheeks and chin until it was almost full. He wiped the snot from my nose like I was a child. He would have been a great dad. His care and diligence to me during my breakdown is just another example of how worthy he is to be with Fiona.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

She looks at me and she hugs me really hard. “Come.” She says. I follow her. She walks outside her room and enter in T.V launch. She opens the television. My heart rate is increasing and my whole body is sweetening. What? Oh. My. God. Thank God. A tear flows from my right eye and I have heard somewhere that when a tear flows from right eye then it’s the tear of happiness. Yes. I’m happy. Masson. Is. Released.

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.

Every vulnerability exposed. I let myself cry. All the anger I had buried for years flowing out with my tears. Then I inhaled deeply. And exhaled slowly. “I forgive you, Cade.” He froze. Then pulled back slightly, like he wasn’t sure he heard correctly. “I forgive you,” I repeated. He covered his face and cried harder. I blinked in confusion. “Hey,” I said softly, shaking him lightly. “Why are you crying again? I just forgave you.” He let out a breathless laugh through tears.

For a moment, I almost convinced myself that I possessed the strength I needed. But then, tears cascaded down my face. "Damn," I muttered, shielding my eyes as I wept uncontrollably. I desperately wanted to halt the flow of tears, but they persisted. My throat ached, and a tightness gripped my chest. How could I make it stop? Just how? As if by some divine intervention, a gentle hand caressed my cheek. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and beheld the person who was wiping away my tears. "Who made you cry?" Nox inquired.

I returned to my office, made myself a cup of coffee, and waited. It didn't even take ten minutes before someone came knocking. The first to come in was, surprisingly, Layla. She clutched a USB drive so tightly her knuckles turned white. As soon as she stepped inside, she dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, Ms. Cooper. I'm so, so sorry. I must've been out of my mind!" She cried, burying her face in one hand, while holding out the USB drive with the other. "Everything's in here—every chat log where Keira planned how to blow this up step by step and force you to give in!

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."