Fighting Back The Tears Novels & Stories

Why not months ago before you ruined me? “Don’t do this to me.” I plead softly, unable to reign in my weeping, breaking apart in his arms, unable to control the fight of fire and sorrow and losing my war. Arrick lifts his face to mine, pressing his forehead to me, pulling me so I can’t look anywhere but at him, through a haze of blurry tears. Every ounce of my battle armor sliding away, weakening and leaving me exposed.

he taunted, his words hitting me like a dagger to the heart. The shock and hurt cut deep, and my eyes welled up with tears that I couldn't hold back any longer. A single tear escaped, trailing down my cheek, a symbol of the pain I felt at that moment. I fought to regain my composure, my breath catching in my throat as I struggled to find the strength to stand up and face the daunting challenges that lay ahead.

Tears blurred my vision as I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself. “Why won’t you fight me face-to-face?” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You’re nothing but cowards!” They laughed again, louder this time, and the sound was like nails scraping against my soul. My legs gave out beneath me, and I sank to the ground, the cold stone pressing against my knees. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. But the tears came anyway, spilling silently down my cheeks.

I could feel tears pinching the back of my eyes and I didn’t stop it this time. “Thank you so much, Lara,” I mumbled. She pulled me in a hug and patted my back. “Stop crying you silly goose. I am your friend, baby girl and friends help each other out no matter what.” She said. “Now wipe your tears and brace yourself because this is going to be a long fight.”

With an infuriatingly casual air, he raised the back of his hand, wiping the smear of my blood from his own lips, his dark eyes never leaving mine. My legs trembled violently, turning to absolute water beneath me. My hands curled into tight, white-knuckled fists, my nails digging so deep into my palms that they threatened to draw blood to match my ruined lip. I fought with everything I had to hold back the torrent of tears threatening to spill over. I refused to let them see me weep. Raising my trembling hand, I harshly wiped my lips with the back of my sleeve, smearing the crimson blood across my cheek in a desperate, angry gesture of defiance.

My Knees started uncontrollably shaking, and tears continued to burst out. I wanted to curse as loud as I can to release this mix of emotions. Calm down, Jada. Martini wants you to feel exactly like this and never let him win. Right, I should be strong right now, but no matter how I tried to cheer myself up, my tears can’t just stop manifesting. “Jada?” I quickly wipe my tears up and flashed a fake smile before I faced Sir Arnold.

I wouldn’t go without a fight. A chill went down my spine and tears started to blur my vision. I wasn’t going to cry, I batted my eyes quickly and ducked my head under the water. I wouldn’t cower under him, I wouldn’t let him win. Instead of discouraging me, it pushed me to be better, to be stronger.

Reiner replied curtly. For once I was thankful for the patches covering my eyes because I didn’t want him to see me crying. It took a lot of effort but I somehow managed to hold back some of my tears. Even after having done what we just did, I still found it hard to believe that he was back by my side. Tomorrow when I get my eyesight back, I’ll get to see for myself if seeing is believing.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her brows furrowing as she sought to convey her firm resolve. "D'Andre, that's enough. I don't have any love left for you," she retorted. D'Andre's voice trembled, and a single tear welled up in his eye, catching the light as it threatened to escape. He blinked it back, refusing to let it fall, but the pain in his gaze was palpable. His body tensed as he stood, his posture reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

The moment the latch clicked, I let my back fall against the door and let out a small, shaky breath. My chest rose and fell too quickly… and my eyes burned immediately. I blinked fast, forcing the tears back, swallowing the ache climbing up my throat. My fingers trembled as I reached into my tote bag and pulled out a folded napkin. I pressed it gently beneath my eyes, wiping the dampness before it could form into real tears. I wasn’t going to cry. I inhaled deeply, straightened my shoulders, adjusted my dress and hair, and walked back toward the living room.