Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

It was too late for that. “It’s too late. Really too late.” I told him, with a voice full of regret, "I am grateful to you for reaching me why love is. But when I gave you all of it, you used up my love till nothing left," I answered. Silenced by my words, Lucas' tears fell uncontrollably. He knew I never lost my temper. He knew seeing me peak this way meant it was a final good bye. I was not going to change my mind. Seeing him cry was sad, but I had moved on from this chapter.

"So what are you going to do." Dani turned the mug in her hands. Outside Bri's kitchen window, a lawnmower droned somewhere down the block, and the smell of cut grass drifted in through the screen, and for a second the whole conversation felt impossibly normal, two friends at a table talking about a boy, except the boy held a lap record under a fake name and had cost her four hundred dollars in bet money she still had to explain to her actual bank account. "Nothing," she said. "I'm going to do nothing. I lost the bet. I'm going to eat ramen for a month, I'm going to finish the Nissan, and I'm never going to see him again."

“Wait for me!” Nobody turned around. I kept running. “Please!” My throat hurt, but I didn't stop. “Take me too!” The car continued down the road as I tried to run faster. “I can be good!” I cried. “I promise I can be good!” My eyes filled with tears, making it difficult to see where I was going. I wiped them with the back of my hand and kept running. “Please take me too!” For a moment, I thought the car might stop if I continued crying and chasing it. But it didn't. I was still trying to catch up when my foot caught against something on the road. I stumbled and fell forward, landing hard on my palms.

He called again and again, each time ending the same way. He grew anxious and opened the trash folder once more, then carefully read my message. [Eight years of obsession and four years of forbidden desire end here. I'm no longer your secretary, and I don't love you anymore, Don Valeri. We'll go our separate ways, and never meet again in this life.]

She gasped, "It's beautiful!" But just as quickly, Ember's expression dimmed. "Too bad… Someone like me, who's born into poverty, could never wear something so lovely." Harry's heart ached instantly. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said tenderly, "Don't say that, Ember. I'll buy whatever you want for you."

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

She rocked herself, trying desperately not to start crying all over again. “Hey hey, look at me.” He made her face him, “Don’t try to hold it in. You don’t have to be strong for anyone. All those tears you’re keeping back let it all out. If you don’t let yourself cry at his funeral I don’t think you’d be happy with yourself once it’s over. Also, he would be very sad with you for not crying when you need to. Remember how upset he’d get when you tried not to cry in front of him?”

"Brooke! Brooke, please help me! I was forced! I don't want to go to jail! I'm still young! I'm begging you… Please ask Ms. Klein to let me go…" She sobbed uncontrollably, snot and tears streaming down her face. Long gone was the arrogance she'd shown when she called me a glutton who only knew how to stuff her face. I pried her fingers off and brushed my clothes with a look of disgust. "When you were making things difficult for me at every turn, why didn't you think about how young you were then, Kristie?" I leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Adults need to take accountability for their own actions. Do your time properly. You'll be able to eat your fill inside."

I said with a hollow chuckle, "God, I was a fool. I spent my entire life loving, only for the end to show me how foolish I had been." Aaron dropped to his knees and tried to crawl toward me. "N-No, Bernie! It's different this time—" "Shut up!" I snapped. "What do you think will change this time?" I turned to my parents. "What's the point of pretending to be loving parents now when neither of you ever saw me as your daughter until I died?" Harrier's lips trembled. "I'm sorry…" "It's too late," I said coldly. "You hurt me too deeply. This time, I'm going to live for myself. I care only about my future and the path I'll take through Ivy League universities."

I sit and read a book. I turn the pages and eat one sub sandwich. Aiden sits down across from me. "What are you doing in here?" He asks. He grabs my hands. My eyes turn red. I hold my tears in; I don't cry at school. Crying means I need to let people in. And that I need someone to talk to. All these things are not like me. I don't let people in. Emotions are for the other humans, the ones who wish to feel and think for themselves. I treat myself like a robot.