Lisa Cry Novelas e Histórias

Prince phillip had already said he didn’t trust her so why should she put her life on the line for them? “Have some breakfast. Sit down.” lyra said as she followed her round. Lisa sunk into one the chairs then immediately jumped back up. “What’s wrong? “It doesn’t matter.” lisa said with a shrug. “It clearly does…” lyra replied. Lisa shook her head in reply because how the hell was she going to explain it anyway, it was mad, the whole thing was mad. She sighed and then winced as she felt the cramp hit her. Great, she thought, like this whole situation couldn’t get any worse and now she was coming on her period. She looked at lyra and gritted her teeth.

I knelt on the tiled floor next to the sofa and shook my head miserably. "No." I bowed my head. "No... She can't be unalive." How could I accept that? She was just smiling next to me earlier! She was happy, kissing me, eating delicious food— she was! With a shivering body and throbbing heart in agony, I held her into my arms, and a lone tear gushed down my cheeks. "Aliyah, my Luna, please... Open your eyes, I beg you." I shook her body as if it would do something to let her take another breath.

Having our mate like this, so broken is unbearable. “It’s not that I don’t like Gemma or anything,” Lisa mumbles between sobs. “But I hate that she’s always crying. It’s so annoying. My child is missing too, but all she does is cry. I want to cry too, you know?” She presses her forehead against my chest, shaking with emotion. “But I can’t, not when she’s already doing it. If I break down too, she’ll start thinking even worse things... She already blames herself.”

“Lisa! You’re calling me names?” Reinhardt’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” he snapped. “Yes,” Lisa shot back without hesitation. “A dirty demon.” Lisa turned away sharply, refusing to let him see the shimmer in her eyes. She moved quickly, almost frantically, down the short hallway toward her room. The moment her back faced him, the tears finally welled up, blurring the wooden floor into a wavering smear. She didn’t mean a single one of those words.

The urge to laugh is tempting but I can't ruin the next part of my plan. “Lucia, are okay why are you crying did Louise say something to you. Thank God I asked a staff for Mr Chalres…,” she babbled before she looked down at my lap. She took the picture, her eyes widened. “That bitch, went too far!,” Clarisse said, as clenched her fist. Just as I planned. “I…I…,” tears streamed down my face. Clarisse pulled me into her arms. “Don't cry. I should have been here and put her face through the glass table,” Clarisse said.

“She wants to destroy you, Quincy. And right now, you’re helping her do it.” Quincy’s breath hitches, and she wipes furiously at her tears, her face flushed with anger and sorrow. “Here it is!” a young voice suddenly interrupts, breaking through the emotional fog hanging over us. Lisa bounds into the room, clutching Quincy’s laptop in her small hands. Quincy quickly straightens up, her forced smile barely hiding the cracks in her composure. “Mom, why are you crying?” Lisa asks, her youthful face scrunched with concern. “Where’s your sister?” Quincy asks, her voice tender but strained.

Larisa screamed at her figure in the mirror and broke into fresh tears. She crumbled down to her knees and sobbed into her palm. The door of her room opened shortly after and Alex walked into the room. Larisa wiped her tears and looked at her brother, a sad smile parting her lips. "Good... Good morning Alex" she struggled to say the words. Alex looked heartbroken to find her in that state. He crouched down beside her and wrapped an arm around her. "For so many years, you have tried your best not to cry in front of me or grandma but I don't want you to hold back today, Larisa. Cry it all out" Alex said to her and Larisa buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing.

Kelly replied, glancing at Lisa who was still crying. “Lisa? Do you want to kill yourself?” Kelly frowned, moving closer. She hugged her tightly and wiped her tears with a handkerchief, but the tears wouldn’t stop. “I was kidnapped! The way he looked at me… he looked pissed… I know nothing about it!” Lisa sobbed harder. Jenna sighed. This was exactly what Lisa feared, repeating her parents’ history! “Girls, she’s shaking!” Kelsey gasped. Lisa’s body was trembling, she had cried too much.

Lalisa strolled, immediately pushed Louis's hand away, turned her cold face towards the wall, and wiped away her tears. "Lalisa, do you dare to be angry with me?" Louis glared at her in annoyance. She raised her head to look at him, her face covered in tears, her eyes so red that they seemed dangerous. Her appearance took Louis aback. Lalisa looked at Louis coldly, her voice icy but still trembling, "Louis, if you want to play with me until I die, then just kill me without hesitation. But if you have a shred of conscience left, I beg you to let me go, and we'll each go our separate ways."

Arina's shock was palpable as she processed Lisa's words, her mind racing to comprehend the depth of her friend's pain. “What?” Arina's disbelief was evident in her tone, her brows furrowing with concern as she took a step closer to Lisa, her heart aching at the thought of her friend suffering alone in the hostel. “I don't want to speak with him,” Lisa sobbed, her words barely audible as she fought to control her emotions, her heartache raw and palpable. Arina's own tears threatened to spill over as she reached out to pull Lisa into a comforting embrace, her arms offering solace amidst the turmoil.