Novel & Cerita Heart And Tears

Emphasized and full of seriousness, I said and turned my back on him. He grabbed my hand to stop me but I slapped him hard. "I told you not to touch me because you are disgusting but your face is too thick to do it anyway. If you think I will cry in front of you then you are wrong. I will never waste my tears to someone who is not worth it! That slap is nothing less than the pain you caused me!" I promised and left forever.

Four Years Ago Noah's POV: Hearing the bell going off, I stood up from my chair as my back made a cracking sound. I did not even realize for how long I was sitting in front of my desktop. As I checked who it was, it turned out to be Eva, my girlfriend of five years. Opening the door, I welcomed her in the apartment we share together and she stared at me with a face which said she could murder a person right here out of rage. What got her in a knot today!!

They would rather ingest acid than be the cause of her tears unless they were tears of pleasure, but that was not the case. In their mind, it was repeated like a tape; the wounded look that Blondy showed them after all the nonsense that had been said to her this afternoon. Her beautiful blue eyes had been clouded with tears, and her voice had become a huskier tone, surely because of the knot that had formed in her throat. But they couldn't let her get involved in this because today, many things would happen, and if the plan went wrong, probably several people would get hurt - the only certain thing.

It seemed as if someone was stabbing her heart continuously without showing mercy, while tears gathered in her eyes from those emotions that were flocking inside her, seeing her baby girl who she ever nourished with her blood. Tears slipped down her cheeks as her trembling fingers reached to caresses that container that was working like a barrier between them. On the other hand he felt like his heart had been submerged in acid, slowly sipping through layers, putting every single cell in pain, which was becoming lethal with every passing second, pushing him into deep agony, but he could do nothing except wince in pain while standing aside and staring his Khani shedding tears in pain and grief

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.

"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.

At those words, all hope drained from Kylie. Of course, Jonathan had the power to cut off all her options here. It felt like there was no way out for her. She felt drained and exhausted. She turned her face away. Tears began to slip from the corner of her eye without her noticing. "Why are you crying?" Jonathan's cold voice cut through the silence as he reached up with his long, graceful fingers to wipe away her tears. He grasped her chin and turned her face toward him. Before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her.

"It's what I do. I build things. I have the funds to help, so I am." It was all the truth. It just wasn't the whole truth. He breathed out before daring to look into her eyes. What he saw there shocked him. Her beautiful hazel eyes glistened with unshed tears, the moisture making them appear even richer in color. A sweet, tremulous smile turned up the corners of her full, pink lips, making his heart lurch in his chest.

Lucas yelled. Janette didn’t listen and continued tearing the picture. Lucas stared at her wide eyed. It felt like with every tear, his heart tore along with it. The tears he had fought desperately to keep back came rushing down his cheeks. His heart was aching badly like a rope had been tied around it and was being tugged at, clearly trying to rip him apart.

But the whole time, she was all he could see. I had trusted the institute's lies in my last life and delivered my sister into their hands, only to watch her die in agony. In the end, Victor had died for me. When his eyes met mine now, all I saw was hatred. "Anya is your sister. Do you even realize what you're doing? I've never met a woman in this world as vicious as you! Do you even have a heart?!" He had always been so gentle, yet the words he threw at me cut like knives.