If Tears Could Talk Novels & Stories

MEMORIES ********************* NARRATORS POV *********************** We are so proud of you Sophie. From when you were a little girl, you showed great resilience and we believed that you would do great things and make the family proud.” grandpa Greg said to Sophie after kissing her on both her cheeks. Her grandma Rosaline held her in a firm hug for some minutes and when she separated the hug Sophie could see glitters of tears in her eyes. “You made us proud tonight, my darling. I have no words to describe it.” the tears flowed down her well powdered weathered cheeks, Sophie brought out a clean white handkerchief from her purse and cleaned the tears.

she teased. She handed the alpha a vial from his pocket. “These are my tears, they work quickly when it comes to injuries. Put a little on the wound and it should close up. Fake tears don't work as well as crying so I hope it’s enough to heal you quickly.” Logan looked even more shocked as he took the vial. It was as wide and long as his index finger, the liquid inside milky white. Who had milky tears? “I have so many questions,” Leo mused, “I'll update you when you come back.”

She felt a rawness inside her, a vulnerability that she hadn’t shown anyone in years. As she spoke, the tears she had been holding back began to fall, their steady stream breaking free from the tight hold she had kept on them. They weren’t just tears of sadness; they were a release—a way for her to let go of everything she had been bottling up for far too long. It was as if those tears were finally washing away the confusion and hurt that had taken root deep within her. With every drop that fell, Isla felt a little lighter, as though the burden she had carried was slowly beginning to lift, giving her the chance to heal and move forward.

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

He carried an aura so powerful it cleared the stench of fear still hanging in the room. He walked toward me with that unhurried confidence, crouched in front of me, and locked eyes. That's when a single tear slipped free and traced over my already-soaked face. Just one. "You can cry if you want." His voice was low, almost musical in its hush, echoing through the silence. I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand, voice scratchy but firm. "Crying's useless. I learned that the hard way with Marcus. It's just ammo for people to laugh at your weakness."

The tears flowed freely, dampening the fabric beneath her touch, a silent testament to the ache that threatened to consume her. In their master’s bedroom, Tessa's sobs filled the air, a mournful melody that resonated with the depths of her despair. She lay on their bed, her body curled into a ball, seeking comfort in the familiar space they had shared countless nights before. But tonight, the bed felt empty, its silence echoing the absence of the man who completed her world. Amidst her tears, Tessa turned her gaze upward, her eyes searching the ceiling as if seeking answers from the heavens above. In a voice choked with emotion, she began to speak, her words a desperate plea that hung in the

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

I said to him, tears pricking my eyes, but I refused to cry. Not today. Not right now, so I looked up, blinking back my tears. “You want to know something? I am tired, Tore. I’m tired of all of this,” I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat. “Can we talk in private? At least—”

"This is what your precious daughter gets up to. Maybe you should listen to it carefully." Dad frowned as he listened to the whole thing. He looked at Elise in slight disbelief. "W-what's this, Elly?" Elise clearly hadn't expected me to record our conversation. She turned pale at once and pointed a trembling finger at me. "Tristan, how could you be so shameless? Why would you record a casual conversation between us?"

Without hesitation, Liam crouched and wrapped his arms around Theodore, who was still crying. "Hey, it's okay. I'm right here. Everything's going to be fine. Stop crying, little man." Reassured, Theodore pressed his lips together. His eyes were puffy from crying, tears blurring his sight. He whispered through his sobs, "T-Thank you." Then, he brushed the tears from his face. Liam grinned, his hand brushing the back of Theodore's head. "That's it. Now that's a little man."