Her Tears Are His Weakness Novels & Stories

“You are really turning this on me?” “No, I am trying to explain what you didn’t see. What I made you see. I was stupid, I was a fool, and I broke everything that I had because I believed that I couldn’t afford having a weakness.” He said, making me frown. “You were my weakness, Valerie. Always. And at a certain point, that weakness was one that I feared more than anything. Because if anything happened to you, if anyone found out that you were my weakness, then I would have lost everything before I even got it.”

I rasp. "Maybe." He crouches down so we're eye-level. "Or maybe I'm just honest. He's pathetic, Eden. Look at him. Crying like a little girl while she fucks him apart. All that strength, all that money, all that pretty face—and he still let her break him. He's weak. He's always been weak." I shake my head. "You don't know him."

He could not withstand Humeyra’s tears. He recalled all the tears she shed because of him and his family. Thinking of the first time he saw her tears at the university, he just got an epiphany. Her tears were his weakness. They would corrode at his heart slowly and painfully burning at his soul until he felt suffocated from the pain. She had always been his motivation and light.

“This is between you and me! Not her. Do whatever you want to me but leave her alone!” He stepped closer to me, the torchlight catching the unnatural gleam of his crimson eyes. “You still don’t understand, do you? Pain means nothing to the strong but to the weak? To the ones who cling to scraps of kindness? Pain is… unbearable.” He tilted his head, watching me like I was some puzzle he enjoyed solving. “That girl is your weakness, which makes her useful.” Tears stung my eyes before I could hold them back. “No—no, please.”

There was so much assurance in his eyes in that moment, assurance of safety. “You got him good. He can’t get up and if he does, I can handle it,” I let go, and the bat fell loudly on ground. “Good girl.” I felt weak and in the next moment his hands caught me as I blacked out.

No, I mean, the whole part of me wants her. The faucet is nothing compared to my flowing tears. It's never-ending and I couldn't help it. My emotion has always been fighting with itself. I never wanted to show my tears to everyone, I didn't intend to do it. I want her to see me as her shield, her armor, her crying shoulder. Despite being the weakest among the team— because of being a human— treating her humanely will surely have a big impact on her... and I want it. But right now, I can't help but be weak. I can't help but cry.

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

I couldn’t reach him, not without dying too. Ash burned my throat, but it wasn’t just the smoke that choked me. That bastard. That invincible, merciless demon. Downed by the same fire he used to scorch everyone else. I turned to Elena. Tears streaked through the soot on her face. Her eyes, bloodshot, hollow, disbelieving were locked on the doorway. And I knew then. He had a weakness. And that weakness… would be his downfall.

My voice came out in choked whispers as i cried, hating myself for my weakness. “Hush, sweetie, it’s okay to cry sometimes.” She kissed my hair. “I’ve always told patrick how stoic you’ve become. Tears are not a sign of weakness but a sign of strenght, for they show that you have a heart that is capable of feeling. And that, my darling is no easy feat.” Her words made whimpers rise to my throat but my dear Lydia just held me close, letting her warm scent of rosemary and honey comfort me.

He muttered and wiping his tears, I smiled and took steps closer to him, I caress his face, and wipe his tears with my thumb, and slowly I pulled him into my arms, “Who said men don't cry? Crying is not a sign of weakness, it's actually a sign of how strong that we are, you can cry on my shoulder as much as you want, I promise to wipe your tears” I said to him patting his back, he hugged me back so tightly and broke into tears, I've never seen Nile cry this much, we spent minutes standing in that same position hugging each other When he finally pulled away, he turned away from me