Her Tears Are His Weakness Novels & Stories

"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."

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."

His voice carried through the door, quiet but heavy, speaking to someone outside. “She’s my weakness.” The words struck me like another bullet. Weakness. That was what I had become to him. A flaw in his armor. A crack in the glass of his empire. Something his enemies could use to bleed hiwas m dryhimrned my face into the pillow, tears slipping hot and silent. I didn’t want to be his weakness. I wanted to be his strength. But how could I, when every time I reached for him, the shadows grew darker?

I hated how weak I felt every time it was about him, I hated how he treated me, I hated how he made me feel! "No you don't, Athena," There was not even a drop of doubt in his voice, "If you did, these tears in your eyes wouldn't have been there. You wouldn't be this weak if you knew how to hate. And it's your misery that you have emotions alive within you, and this makes you weak and pathetic." His words began stabbing me in the heart. It was hurtful to accept but it was true that whatever he was saying was right.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

I’m mentally drained to the extent that it’s hurting my physical state. The moment I open the door, I find him before me with red eyes. He has been crying. His tears are one of my weaknesses, but I can’t just be weak now. I can’t do that. I need to hold onto whatever strength I have in me. He eyes me and waits for me to say anything, but the words are stuck in my throat. “We… this isn’t working,” I whisper, looking away from his blue eyes. “What do you mean?” He sounds afraid.

"Winter, shedding tears can be beneficial in many situations. For instance, when my parents passed away, people were worried about me as I didn't show any emotions. I only cry when I'm alone, although I try to hide it in public; it still happens sometimes. You are the first person I have ever shared this with. I used to believe that showing emotion, such as crying, would make me appear weak, and I didn't want anyone to see me as a weak Alpha King.” I couldn't resist wiping away Castro's tears when I saw him crying. “Understand, Winter, that even the strongest, most ruthless individuals cry occasionally. Missing my parents makes me cry; those who see that as weakness can go to hell. Winter, c

I go instantly and I lie on one of his arms while the other hand grabs my waist and he pulls me to him. He then removes the hand I've been using as a pillow and puts my head on his chest. His hand goes to my waist and then he whispers " Cry April, let it all out!" "I can't! Its a sign of weakness!"I say in between hiccups. " April, I'd be more worried if you didn't cry. I mean you been through so much in such a short time and yet you have survived! How is that weakness? You are one of the strongest people I know and I won't judge you if you cry. So,let it all out! " he says and his words evoke something in me because before I know it, I'm drowning in tears.

My throat burned. He noticed. “Don’t you dare cry,” he warned gruffly, even though his hands were cupping my cheeks now like I was something rare and fragile. “I swear, I can take bullets, knives, fucking war—but those tears of yours? That’s my goddamn weakness.” I couldn’t help it—I laughed. It came out thick and wet, stuck between a sob and a chuckle. “You’re such a sap now,” I sniffled. “Only for you,” he smirked, brushing his thumbs under my eyes. “Anyone else cries near me, I tell ‘em to grow the hell up.”

My silent tears turned into full-blown sobs. Axton’s arms circled me, lifted me off the couch, placed me on his lap, and held me. Warmth erupted within me, like a volcano. It didn’t harm me. It engulfed me to the point where I felt as if it was offering my vulnerable soul a layer of protection. That warmth also strengthened me. My tears continued to flow, and my snot began to run, but my heart was starting to mend. I allowed myself to cry for as long as Axton was willing to hold me. I decided that when my tears stopped, I would stop letting my emotions control me.