Lisa Cry Novels & Stories

I screamed, falling to my knees beside her. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with pain and tears. "Lisa..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. I took her hand, feeling her pulse grow weaker. "No, Lucinda, sshh.. Don't say anything," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "You're going to be okay.” Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a deep sadness and regret. She tried to speak, but her voice was barely a whisper. "Lisa...I'm sorry," she whispered, her words trembling with pain. "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you better. I'm sorry I got in the way."

Did she think the Vale name was built on sand? "I finally don't have to fear for her," Lisa whispered, her eyes wet with tears. Luke watched her, unable to fathom why women cried when they were happy and cried when they were sad. "I can finally breathe again," she added. "So? What’s your next move?" "What else? I’m not getting any younger. I need to find a mate and settle into a den," Lisa blurted out. She froze the second the words left her mouth, realizing she was talking to Luke.

she bursted into fresh sobs with her head falling low against the wheel as she weeped on. After some minutes she pulled her head back straight, heaving a deep sigh before reaching to the drawer provided inside the car and in front of the seat where her handbag was. She took out a tissue roll, rolling a piece over her hand and wiping it all over her face ridding the fluids secreted by her eyes from crying too much. “I’m gonna make sure you pay for this Kurt. I’m gonna make sure of that, if he decides the only thing I’m worth is pain then I will get happiness from watching him suffer.” Lisa said to herself in an assuring tone, determination glinting from her eyes.

Lisa froze with her fork halfway to her mouth. Lucian looked up sharply, his entire body going still the moment he saw her tears. “Why are you crying?” Lisa asked gently now. “Did we say something wrong?” Grandma Hale finally looked up from her plate, her sharp eyes softening. “Child? Are you okay?” Elara shook her head quickly. “No... no,” she said, lifting a hand to her tears, wiping them away hurriedly. “I’m fine. I’m really fine.” She said with a breathless chuckle.

Lisa says to Irish and he takes a deep breath. You must have loved her with all your heart. Lisa says and Irish puts his hands over his forehead. “Stop it.” I don’t want to cry. “You’re hurt. You are allowed to cut when you are hurt.” Lisa says. No, Sarah isn’t worthy of my tears! Irish says and begins to storm away. Lisa follows him and she stands in front of him, stopping him from passing by. Crying about her loss doesn’t have to do with her any longer. It has to do with you. You are hurt and she is a dead. It doesn’t matter what tears you think are worthy of her. Lisa says.

Her face was pale, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched her head, her little body trembling with pain. I looked up at Lisa, fury boiling inside me. “What did you do?” I shouted, my voice shaking with rage. Lisa’s face was blank, as if she didn’t fully comprehend what had just happened. “I… I didn’t mean to…” she stammered, backing away, her eyes wide with shock.

He hated that she was crying because of Valerie. "You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, Valerie is not what she looks like" "Don't you dare say that!" "Fine, I'm sorry but can you blame me, I hate it that you are crying. You shouldn't waste your tears for her, she is not worth it" "You think I am crying because of Valerie?" "Isn't that why you are crying?" Lisa was crying because she was in pain that her friend David may never recover from Valerie while Valerie has to bear through the horror of staying in a loveless marriage.

she struggled to talk as tears involuntary ran down her eyes. It was really her. She had a long green dress with long sleeves on, which was not her style. Apple was the leather jacket, boats girl. A farm sort of influenced style. I bite my lower lip. I couldn’t tear up not now. She walked toward the washing machine I was seated on. “I’m sorry,” my mouth blabbed between tears. The basket on her hand dropped as she hugged. More tears ran down her cheeks wetting my grey hoodie. “I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m sorry for being such a pig! I’m sorry for leaving you! It’s all my fault everything bad happened to you,”

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

’she must be mourning privately’ Lisa thought. She scoffed as another thought crossed her mind. ‘It’s ironical how her family members were not there for her when she was suffering but they were around for her funeral’. She walked towards Kyra’s coffin with luca, Jeremy, Amanda and Angelo walking behind her. She saw a woman weeping like a mad woman on Kyra’s coffin, Lisa raised her eye brow in amazement as she looked at the woman, she turned to luca, without saying a word nudged her head at the weeping woman. Luca understood immediately, he went to the woman and kindly told her to move but the woman got mad and started to throw a tantrum like a little child.