Cue The Tears Novels & Stories

said Ken, and it surprised me to see him cry. “Thank you so much, Ms. Scarlett; however, I will look after this until the day I die.” he wiped away his tears. I frowned because I couldn't understand anything he said, and from what I heard… He seems to say farewell… Ken was no longer in his seat as I looked at him, and I had just seen him get into a taxi. I clutched my chest because I was nervous. Nothing bad is going to happen to him, right? He will do nothing he knows will cause him harm. I shook my head and slapped my cheek to wake myself up; well, maybe I was just tired.

Tears! Tears began to well in her eyes, spilling from her eyelids and trailing down her cheeks. She sniffles, "Y-you like making me cry. Th-that was so beautiful" she let's out a quiet sob, more tears spilling down her cheeks. Shit, I made her cry. Immediately I pressed the pad of my thumb against her cheeks catching every single drop of her precious, priceless tears. "Now I f-feel so silly for worrying. You, you'll always be by my side?" She asked, her voice soft and wavering.

Three tear drops fell onto Arte's tongue and she drank them back, her face twisting slightly. "Aunt Aurelia, why are they spicy?" Arte asked, sticking her tongue out and panting a little to cool her tongue. Aurelia giggled just a tad, explaining that the taste of the divine's tears depends on their emotions when they were collected. In this case, Octavia must have been angry.

“I’m sorry. I…” His words faltered, and to my shock, a single tear slipped from his eye, trailing slowly down his cheek. My body tensed in response. “Why… why are you tearing up, Caleb?” I asked, caught somewhere between anger and concern. He looked at me like I was the last light in his dark, crumbling world. “I'm not crying Lyra. I just want to show you how much I miss you, Lyra.” I flinched like he’d slapped me. Miss me? After everything?

Aurelia gently touched the child’s shoulder. “Caca, are you okay?” Caca nodded again. But this time more slowly. And when she looked up, her eyes were glossy with tears. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Aurelia asked, growing more anxious. “How about you tell me first, hmm?”

She stops crying and gets surprised about it trying to understand what it meant for her. Taking a drop of tear on her palms. She takes it to Vinixs cottage to search for what it meant in the spell book. After some minutes of careful research and findings. It is said that tears contain some kind of healing powers and can rejuvenate and heal someone who has been cut or bruised.

I desperately tried to hold in my tears, not wanting to show weakness, but the pain was too much to bear. Finally, I found a quiet corner where I could be alone, away from Rueben's searching gaze. With my back against the wall, I couldn't hold back the flood of tears any longer. They streamed down my face, mingling with my stifled sobs. The pain of losing Rueben, the one person who had loved me unconditionally, was unbearable.

Eyelashes clump together as tears run down her cheeks, the sounds of slurping and gagging filling the room. Pressing myself as deep as I can one last time, I pull back. Stroking my cock a few times, a throaty grunt escapes me and euphoria finds me as I release myself on her face, pumping all the cum from my tight balls onto her pretty little face. Her eyes close tightly as she gasps for air, the mix of cum, and tears creating the most beautiful image before me. My filthy girl finally covered in me. Placing my semi-limp cock back in my pants, I take two fingers, wiping the cum that's dripping down her cheek, coating them. She blinks up at me, her eyes wet with tears as a sob leaves her.

"Please leave my home right now!" Callista glanced at the time and saw that it was already 2:00 am. She asked me in a trembling voice, "Where do you want me to go at this hour?" I shrugged, looking impassive. "That's your business. Why are you asking me?" I dragged her out and pushed her out of my home. The moment she walked through the door, she looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Tristan, can you give me another chance? I made a mistake. I really did!

“It's all my fault. Everything that happened to you is my fault; I should be the one dead. I'll never be happy, I promise to never be happy.” Tears kept streaming down my face, a quiet, soundless waterfall of sorrow. My body shook slightly, but my mouth was clamped shut, stifling any audible sobs. I cried silently, hiding my pain from the world, as if afraid to let others see the depth of my emotions. Each tear that fell was a testament to the weight I carried, a physical manifestation of the grief, hurt, or frustration that had become too much to bear. My eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, were the only giveaway, a window to the storm raging within.