If Tears Could Talk Novels & Stories

‘Tears are not a sign of weakness,’ my wolf encouraged. ‘Just because our mate doesn’t cry in front of other people doesn’t mean he’s immune to emotions. Our mate prefers to let his tears have no audience. We should learn to cry at the right time and know the difference between tears of strength weakening and tears of not giving up.’

“Hey. Why are you crying?” She shakes her head. Her hand comes up and covers her mouth and the tears keep falling and she’s trying to hold them back and failing. She’s trying to be the woman who holds herself together and she can’t. Her shoulders are shaking and her mascara is running a thin dark line down her cheek and she presses her palm harder against her mouth like she can keep the sound inside. “Talk to me,” I say. My thumb catches a tear on her cheekbone. “Emily. Talk to me.”

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love." Washington Irving~ She is Taylor, his Taylor. He declares as he stares at her.

I said allowing a tear to slide away from my eyes. Tiana and Tiffany looked at each other, unsure they were hearing me well, or maybe they thought I had gone crazy "I know what I am saying. Those people are bad and ...." the tears flowed more and Tiana patted my back. "Shhhhh, it's fine" she said, soothing me so I wouldn't go into another long minutes of crying. "Tell us what happened, why the drastic decision?" she asked. I gave her a faint smile when I remembered how and what they said. I breathed in and out, ready to tell my story.

Abran stands and walks towards me, stopping as he reaches out to place a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Be well” I nod as a lone tear escapes down my face as he walks out the door and out of my life for the last time. I turn and walk towards the bathroom, remembering my towel this time. As soon as I turn on the shower, my tears begin to fall. Masked by the shower I fall to the bottom and weep. I grieve for the life I thought I was going to have, for the girl who spent years trying to make herself something she isn’t. I don’t know how long I have been sitting on the floor of the shower crying, but my tears have finally run dry when I hear a soft knock on the door. “Amelia” I instantly k

Okay let me take a glass of water over there, pointing at the water dispenser around the corner Alright Dad don't stay long Briana was left alone while her dad went to drink water She was lost in thought, and a voice came from nowhere "She would be fine " She lifted her head and saw Jack in her front, she wanted to utter a word but Jack interrupt her "Just thought of checking up on you before heading home, how is she now " "They enter the theater room not quite long sir" "Alright don't think too much about it, and if you need anything don't hesitate to call me, I would be on my way now" "Taka care" Jack turned his back and was about to leave

She pointed to the corner of her eye, He brushed the corner of his eye roughly. There were no tears. He didn't even feel like he was crying. Kiara let out a soft laugh, "Are those tears?" "It's not." She leaned closer to Dave, lips touching his ear. "What are those tears for?" "It's not tears, Kiara. My eyes are scorching..." But she narrowed her eyes again, looking completely incredulous. "Who would believe such an explanation?" "These are happy tears." "Really?"

After dying and coming back to life for my king for the 99th time, I am sent to the heavenly altar to be sacrificed yet again. The divine beast is about to awaken, and it demands the blood of the woman born with the phoenix's fate. But Arabella Beaumont is the true phoenix's reincarnation. Terrified, she throws herself into Edward Fairchild's arms. The man who once broke his kingly pride for me takes my hand and says gently, "Thea, go in her place." I stare at Edward, stunned. He lowers his voice, coaxing me, "You have the System. Even if you die, you can always come back. If Arabella goes up there, she'll die for good. Once you return, I'll make you the queen at once." Little does he kn

She pressed a hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle her sobs, her emotions threatening to consume her. In the quiet solitude of the bathroom, her tears fell like rain. It was as if each tear held the weight of her fears, her regrets, and the overwhelming uncertainty that now hung over her future. She sank to the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, as the reality of her situation crashed down upon her.

The tears, once foreign and strange, now flowed freely, washing away the facade of invulnerability, exposing the rawness of his emotional landscape. He would not deny himself this catharsis any longer. The tears were not a sign of weakness, but rather a testament to his humanity. They were a reminder that even in a world of gears and calculations, the capacity for love, loss, and longing remained. And so, he let them fall, his emotions pouring forth like a torrential rain, cleansing his metallic shell and nourishing his fragile spirit.