Her Tears Are His Weakness Novels & Stories

But then, tears slipped out. "Shhh," he held me closer. "It’s okay." "I-I'm not crying!" "You are. I can feel your tears." "You can’t even see me." "No. But I can feel them." I wiped my face furiously. "D-Don’t look until I’m done!" He chuckled, "You hate being seen as weak." "Don’t say that word." "You’re not weak," he said firmly. "You were the bravest of us all today." I swallowed hard, "Thanks... I guess."

“I… I would rather take the bullet myself… every time… than let you be hurt.” The tears she’d tried to hold back finally spilled freely. She pressed her forehead harder against his, whispering, “I know. I know. You don’t have to say it.” But he did. Because he needed her to hear it. “I’m weak… Mia. My only weakness… is you.”

It was an internal battle not to just turn around and run into his arms, but I had to stay strong. The tears flowing down my cheeks were proof that I couldn't allow myself to fall for him. I couldn't be weak! I had already let this man live, which was something I would never do, especially when he’s my contract. I had also shed a tear in front of him, and I was crying now... Crying was weakness, but no matter how many times I told myself that, the tears just wouldn’t stop.

He felt weakness in his leg and he sat on the floor. " Agh!" He screamed in his cries, it was like he was controlling his tears for so many days and these tears had built up in his heart which had made a dam of tears in his eyes. And finally, that dam broke. She didn't know why he was crying. She didn't know anything. She just stared at him with her teary eyes, her heart didn't melt for him and why would it melt? Did his heart melt when she begged in front of him numerous times? She looked in all directions for finding something for her defence, who knows, this all is his good acting and he again say while being badass that-

“I hate feeling weak every single day. I hate crying in the bathroom at work, crying in my car on the way here, and crying the second I sit on this stupid couch. I hate that I can’t just be normal like everyone else. I hate that I feel like a little kid who can’t handle anything without falling apart.” He stayed quiet for a long second, then stood slowly and moved from his chair. He knelt right in front of me on one knee so we were eye level. “Look at me, Liana,” he said gently but firmly. “Right now, keep your eyes on me.” I lifted my face, and he reached up slowly and wiped the tears off my left cheek with his thumb. His hand stayed there longer than needed, and his skin felt warm against

“I just wanted to be strong.” “You are strong,” he said softly. “Stronger than you know.” I shook my head, tears soaking into his shirt. “He makes me feel like I’m breaking apart.” Rohan’s arms tightened around me. “Then you’ll learn how to put yourself back together.” I pulled away slowly, wiping my face. “He thinks I’m his weakness.” Rohan met my eyes, something fierce burning in his gaze. “Then he’s wrong. You’re not his weakness.” “What am I then?”

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 is simply a pathetic coward. He is not a real man in any sense of the word. Every single detail about his weak, sniveling energy deeply irritates me... I utterly despise weak men." A gentle sigh escaped my lips, and I shook my head softly, offering him a calm, understanding look. "Oh... so you were just angry because he broke down and cried? Michael, you have to understand that he has clearly been through a tremendous amount of pain and struggle in his life. What you just did for him meant so much that he simply couldn't hold all those overwhelming emotions inside anymore. I really don't blame him at all, and I certainly don't think he is weak just because he shed tears of gratitude."

We always knew that our bond was a weakness as much as it was our strength. When Onyx looked back up at me it looked like he was going to cry. Nixon never cried. Onyx I didn’t think even had that capability. Of all the things that have happened over the years, the extreme emotions, the frustration over his powers when we were growing up… he’s never cried… but there it was. The liquid pooling just inside his lash line grew, and as he smashed his forehead to mine I watched the tear roll down his cheek and drop onto Linden below us.

He sobbed against my shoulder. I tightened my arms around him with everything I had. My arms burned from the strain, but I didn’t mind. Hunter's tears... They were my weakness. I've never seen him like that and don't ever wish to. He's invincible to me. The strongest. The most powerful. Seeing him in tears made my heart contract. "It's over. The culprit is behind the bars, isn't he? He can't do anything and I believe in your powers. I am sure you've taken care of him."