Every Tear Novels & Stories

The money I had left was less than ten thousand naira after sending most of it to my mom. After cleaning my room and taking a bath, I felt empty. This wasn’t my body anymore, it felt foreign, like something had been stolen and could never be returned. As I stepped out of my room again, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. I turned back and threw myself onto the bed, my knees hitting the floor. My body shook with agony. But no amount of tears could bring back who I was before. It was gone, and gone forever.

he whispers, gently rubbing my back. I shake my head. “Laurel, there is a sacredness in tears, they are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than a thousand prayer recitals. Your tears, they are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.” He pulls back and brushes away the wet strands of hair that are now plastered on my face. “You can cry.” And I do. The dam that had held my tears, grief, bitterness and anger in check finally burst and I let out an ear-piercing scream; a scream that curses at the Moon Goddess for taking away the man I love, for being so relentlessly cruel and unfair.

- she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks. Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized closely what it was - a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of the captor. From the beginning Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it's not his face she wanted to see. If it would be someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would be able to hurt her.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

I tear dropped from my eyes. - Baby is everything okay? He asked me, and he was looking strangely at me. Those words came to my attention. - Yes why? - Because your eyes are full of tears. - It was just that your parents said that I am your family now, and in the past ten years I have not had a family. Now I have everything that I ever wanted, a family of my own, a beautiful mate, a pack. I am so happy. Those were happy tears. I said and gave him the biggest smile that he has ever seen.

What is this disparity of emotions? For ages, tears have been associated with feminine energy. And that always sets a man back when it comes to expressing his true feelings and genuine emotions at times. For no man wants to be called fragile for having shown his tears to the world. This was the same situation with Viaan. His eyelids burned with the heavy tears, demanding to make an appearance on the front surface, but he gulped again to push the tears back.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

I pressed a palm to my chest, trying to hold myself together, but the pressure behind my eyes finally gave way, and one tear slipped down. I didn’t wipe it. I just let it fall.

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.