Her Tears Are His Weakness Novels & Stories

So far, only this bastard ever called me by my fake name. I closed my eyes and imagined the day I woke up without Blade. Tears instantly rolled down my cheeks. And then I answered, “As far as you want me to, your majesty.” Something flashed in his eyes when he saw my tears. He licked my tears away. “Don’t cry. I am not going to kill you.” I was right. All men are weak to women’s tears, no matter their status and no matter what they are. “Thank you very much, your majesty-“

Aaron let the hopeless tear run down his eyes. "I-I don't know how you did it, how you handle my ignorance, how you cope with my coldness－but love, I can't. I can't handle it, it's so hard, so painful. It's tearing me apart." He reached down and placed his one hand on Grace's waist gently and another on her face caressing her cheek bone. "You're so strong even as a girl you proved me wrong, you proved me weak . You proved how you carry yourself, how you never lose your strength even after getting treated badly by me." "I lost in love..." he sniffed.

“I fucking hate showing weakness like this, but you’re my mate, so I can’t exactly hide this side of me from you.” I draw my hands up to his face, wiping his tears away, and my heart shatters at how he stiffens at my touch. “This isn't weakness. I turned to another man because of my fear and self-doubt; that is weakness.” I say and shake my head.

His pain was so cruelly painful that even if he tried with his everything to control it , it's pain still held the power of over taking him in every possible way infront of her because still after every single things her tears affected him way too much more than he was capable of controlling . Because her tears were his only weakness but he didn't want to be weak again in front of her and heart . So with a heavy sigh he marched out from that room without looking back at her for even once who just gazed at his retracting figure and the door behind him got closed leaving like everything and everyone . And making her totally empty just like from the past 7 years her eyes burnt up with tears w

“All these thoughts… it’s okay. You’re not a mess.” “I am,” I whispered. “You’re perfect,” he said firmly. “I love you just the way you are. You don’t have to be tougher than your body allows. Showing emotions… crying when you need to… that’s strength. Not weakness. You just don’t see it yet. You are smart, strong, beautiful, and more than enough.” “If that’s strength… why don’t you have it? Why don’t you cry?” He goes still. Then murmurs “I try,”

"Because if I did, it would just prove them right. Defending you would make you look weaker. I thought, I thought you understood." I shook my head, tears spilling hot down my cheeks. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be your weakness." He made a strangled sound in his throat and pulled me in, crushing me to his chest. I went stiff for a second, then melted, sobbing into his shirt. His arms locked around me like iron. "You're not my weakness," he whispered. "You're the only thing that keeps me strong." I couldn't answer. I couldn't even breathe.

“You deserve better, yes, but I want to prove to you that I can be a better man for you.” Tears roll down his face. He does not even try to wipe them away, to try and hide them from me, to show me that he is strong. The man who stand in support me shows me that he is weak, that his vulnerability has finally taken over his actions and the way that he feels. Perhaps, though, there is strength in weakness. There is strength in showing me that he can break as well, that the once perfect exterior that he once wore is now cracked. He is cracked and shattered just like me. It is a familiar sight to behold.

he said flatly "Then go ahead." His words were cold and emotionless. "You'll make it a few steps before you collapse" he continued. "Maybe you'll bleed out. Or maybe something worse finds you first. Either way, you die. Do you know why? because you're weak. And weakness kills." Tears rushed to my eyes. I turned my face away from his not wanting him to know his words were affecting me. "Leave!" He snapped coldly. "I hate weak women." I bit my lip to keep from crying, but it didn't work.

And I’m sure he noticed that. So even though we were still head and tail like the old times…we were also distant. But seeing him shed tears before me now makes a small part of me want to hunt for anything, absolutely anything that would make me rethink everything I’ve believed up until now. This weakness of mine is something that I hate with every fiber of my being, a disease. But where it concerns my mate or my brother, everything unfortunately becomes a weakness. Why must he show me his tears now? Is it so surprising that I’ve decided not to tolerate his games? Why should I feel guilty? He’s the one in the wrong! He deserves to die, he deserves to rot in hell!

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, tears streaking down his face. He’d always felt tears showed his weakness and made him less of a man. It was drummed into his head over and again as a child, and he still struggled with the concept, always hiding his emotions from most people. I thought it showed how strong he truly was when he allowed his tears to show. He had never been as handsome or as sexy as he was in that very moment. Emotional, open, and filled with love for his girls. For us. For me. “I’m leaking too, baby girl,” I murmured, wiping away my tears. “Today is a happy day.”