Cue The Tears Novels & Stories

word and shook her hand off with a faint, knowing smile. Eric coldly stepped forward to shield me. He pulled a videotape out of his pocket and waved it lightly. "Megan, Julie didn't want to make a big deal out of this since you're her cousin, but some people just don't know when to quit. "I have a bad temper and zero patience, and some things are hard to explain, so let's just watch." He walked straight to the old VCR in our house like he'd done it a hundred times before and hooked it up to the aging TV. The footage was static and grainy, but the figures were clear enough.

he’d doted on for so many years. He downed a whole bottle of dragon pulque in one go, then suddenly saw the photo in the bin. He immediately picked it up and wiped it clean. In the photo, Noxivira wasn’t looking at the artist, but tilting her head just slightly, gazing warmly up at him beside her. Staring blankly at it, Morpheus suddenly buried his face in his hands, tears trembling through his fingers. He had once sworn to lead her out of that frozen cage. He never imagined he’d be the one to shove her into hell.

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

Vega screamed even louder, only to wake up from a nightmare. She breathed heavily, and her heart raced badly. It was just a dream, she thought, but the dream seemed so real. Suddenly, she felt something on her eyes, and when she placed her hands on it, she was shocked to find out it was tears. Did she cry for real? "oh no." This wasn't to be taken lightly, this was her first time dreaming about something so dreadful that she cried into reality. "Jackie?" She mind linked her wolf immediately. Her wolf responded just as quickly.

Her heart sank as she saw the unmistakable second line forming on the test. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her lips as the reality of the situation settled over her like a heavy blanket. The tears that had welled up in her eyes began to fall, one after another, tracing a path down her cheeks. She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her.

All the complicated and dark feelings are always calm and peaceful if I'm with her. "Of course, my Princess." I immediately pulled her hand closer. I grabbed her waist tightly and planted a deep kiss on her luscious lips. I could feel the warm and soft sensation of Lily's flowers. Of course, our kiss lasted a little longer, as if we wanted to fulfill each other. Celine is a tranquilizer for me. **** — Cara — "Truth or dare?" I challenged. "Truth." "What? No... that's a loser!" I was protesting the answer given by Flo, one of my friends.

Ethan then proceeded toward his nephew's room. The door opened with a creak, and he found himself surrounded by the scattered toys that belonged to his nephew. He started taking little steps toward his nephew’s bed; each step felt heavy. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that stained his cheeks. He sank to his knees, and his body trembled with grief. He kept on crying for a long time.

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, though she had tried to keep her voice steady. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried my face in her lap and sobbed uncontrollably, my whole body shaking. She couldn’t console me at first, she was crying too. After a few minutes, I lifted my head. My mother wiped my tears with the edge of her faded blue wrapper. I took a deep breath and said, “But before I leave with Solomon for the city, can I see Efosa? I can’t leave without seeing him.”

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.