Don't Cry For Me Novels & Stories

“Sweetheart, from now on, don't let yourself get hurt. Your pain hurts me more than it hurts you.” Tears trickled down her cheeks, mingling with the blood from her gruesome wounds before vanishing into the floorboards. ‘James, is this what you wanted?’ Remi thought. Her clothes were torn to shreds, every inch of her body kissed by those homeless men. Just as they lowered their trousers to take her… Her lungs spasmed violently, choking off her breath. In utter despair, she bit down on her tongue, ready to end it. At that very instant, the gate burst open with a violent kick. “What do you guys think you’re doing?”

Elysia Alice smiled at him. Assistant Adonis pretended to be miserable: "Today is my last day here, Miss Elysia Alice. Am I not sad at all? Oh, I'm so sad oh oh ..." She laughed at his childish appearance, stood up, and held his hand happily saying: "Little sister dare not forget. The company also prepared a farewell party with you today. As for me, of course, I have a gift." Then she excitedly pulled out a gift box from her bag. Elysia Alice turned around and pretended to be nauseated: "If you continue to be cheesy, I will ask for it back. I'll be there tonight, do you have any other instructions?"

, What would become of her “You know I don't allow you to cry” The Don said, he wasn't angry or upset, rather he had a soft expression on his face “How can I not cry when you are telling me you will be dead in three months?” She asked her voice breaking down “Don't cry too much, with how strict I am about you, am sure you are glad. Now you can do whatever you want once am dead* he said with a laugh “I don't want to do anything, I just want you in my life” she wrapped her arms around him and cried, The Don patted her back

“Don’t hold it in. You’re going to choke on it.” I shook my head fast. “I’m fine.” “You’re not, i have always said it’s okay to cry “ I looked away, i didn’t want him to see the tears already forming. He didn’t say anything else and i couldn’t hold it anymore . The tears rushed before I could stop them. I covered my face with my hands and choked on the first sob. Damon moved closer and pulled me into him. I didn’t fight it. I cried into his shirt. It was that hard , messy , ugly ,kind of cry that comes from somewhere deep you forgot was there.

I wanted to break free, to scream, but the lessons had taken that away from me too. *** I turned to see tears streaming down Lyron's face. “Please don't cry for me. It's just sad if you do.” “But–” “Shhh.” “O–ok,continue.”

I choke on my breath before stepping away from him. Zero takes one step forward, filling my spot before lifting his right hand and placing it over my cheek. I flinch slightly. His thumb brushes against my skin, wiping the traitor tears. “ Don’t cry. ” He lets out. “ I— ” I sob. “ I don’t want to cry. But I can’t stop. I—I just can’t stop. Fuck this! ” Clenching my fists by my side, I close my eyes to control my overflowing emotions. I try to think about being strong, being positive, being happy but nothing helps. Tears keep streaming down my cheeks.

What man would refuse? The tears come then. Not the silent tears of last night, full of passive horror. These are violent, heart-wrenching. They spring from the depths of my chest, torn out by a feeling of total collapse. I'm not crying for my father, or for Volkov. I'm crying for myself. For the woman I've become. The desperate woman who uses the body of a near-stranger like a drug, an anesthetic.

I can’t stop crying the tears keep spilling, I hate the fact that I just can’t stop crying I know I promised myself, so many times, that I wouldn't cry I’d be strong, and I would not get hurt even if I saw him with a thousand girls and now I failed, I've broken my promise to myself just because of him, I never wanted to love him, I didn't plan for it, hell no, I didn't know when I began to bottle feelings for him but all I know is that it hurts like hell, it hurts to love someone that is not in love with you, I don't want to be the best friend that gets unrequited love from their playboy best friend in those stories. I heard my chest. Why can’t I stop

I can't cry out loud. People will hear me. And I don't want others to see me in this state. I can't lose you Sameer. And I ain't gonna give up on you so easily.

His scent was all over me, and my eyes burned with tears but I didn't cry. Only a few people have seen me cry—mama, Jack, and now Lorenzo. I hadn't cried in front of anyone else not even in front of my papa because for me crying meant I was at my weakest, where I was most vulnerable and not everyone in your life deserves to see you at your weakest.