If Tears Could Talk Novels & Stories

Besides, if working hard meant that she got to keep her sister, then she was ready to work to the last drop of sweat. She broke her train of thoughts when she felt a lone tear make its way down her cheek. She wiped it away furiously. Thoughts of her life always ended up with her in tears. Bittersweet tears, typical story of Anelia Telford's life. Her life flashed before her eyes when she suddenly heard a very much deep baritone voice behind her. "Mind telling me what you're doing on my chair?"

text? I rolled onto my side, facing the wall, and let the tears come quietly so I wouldn’t wake the kids. They weren’t dramatic tears. They were the tired kind, the ones that leak out when you realize you’re still the same fool who believes in second chances. But the thing about running out of options is that it clarifies everything.

I hissed after hearing what she had said. "You should feel honor, stubborn." I was seated, and my elbow was leaning on my lap. Her gaze was on the lamp post. Her tears fell through her face. She immediately swiped that away. Maybe that was the reason why she wore my sunglasses. "It's fine. Sometimes dude can cry." I could hear her cry louder now. I took a glance at her and shook my head while smiling. She looked like a child. I could hear her sobs. "How could you survive?" She asked when me when she already composed herself. I hissed while looking up to the sky.

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.

"He's got the fire and he walks with it. He's got the fire and he talks with it ." -Lana Del Rey Gianna's P.O.V Involuntary tears continue to spill over my eyes as the fear enveloping me starts to feel heavy and suffocating. Elias raises his eyebrow slightly at the tears trailing down my now crimson cheeks, appearing even more so amused by my current state. "Why are you crying?" He questions softly as he removes his hand from over my mouth and up to my eyes.

I had forgotten the tear stick so now I had to depend solely on talent. Yes! Being able to whip out tears at any time was one great talent. It was not an easy task anyways. I pushed the door open, my eyes dilating a bit as tears came streaking down. It's that easy, all I had to do was think about the kind of life I would live if I didn't cling to Torren. A life without money and power was a disgusting one that demanded a steady flow of tears. “My goodness, Torren, what happened to you?” There was silence in the room. Torren was staring at me like I had gone insane, bawling my eyes out. And there was someone else.

I reached out and brushed my hand across her cheek, wiping away the tear clinging there. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice high with panic. She blinked at me, a little stunned. “I’m not crying anymore, I swear,” she added with a sniffle trying to sound brave. I tightened my grip on her shoulder. “Tears of grief!” I shouted. The moment I named it, the tear shimmered with power. The pain she had felt, the heartbreak, the fear of losing me it transformed into a luminous barrier of water between us and the dark flames.

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.

*tears* " NO.....!!! " . . . . . . . .

Tears of joy left my eyes. “Nate,what is it? Talk to me.”