Love That Makes You Cry Novels & Stories

I scream, standing up from my chair immediately. " Yeah, dude. My cock is deep inside her right now and you're interrupting us. I can put it on call so you can hear her moan . . . my name." " No, it's okay." I whisper, cutting the call. I fall back on the chair, feeling warm tears roll down my cheeks. Why the fuck am I crying!? They're making love. Heard it you stupid heart? They're making love. She loves him and he loves her. She doesn't love us anymore. She loves him.

Carter, still catching his breath, steadied himself and locked eyes with Misty. "Misty, what are you doing?" he asked. Misty's expression was heartbreakingly sorrowful. "Darling, I don't want to divorce you." "So, you've chosen this way to force my hand?" Carter clenched his fists tightly as he looked at her. He had always known that Misty carried an extreme and obsessive type of love for Zach. At one point, he had even envied and longed for that kind of devotion. But now that he was the subject of that obsessive love, he felt suffocated.

“We’re not even together, and you already made me cry. Haha.” Every laugh felt heavier than the last. “Tsk. Why am I even crying? Rei wouldn’t mess with me like that. He loves me…” But then another laugh escaped—hollow, tired. “Hahaha. Who am I kidding? Every guy says they love a girl. Haha. But… is it wrong to cry because I love him? I don’t think so, right? Haha. Sniff… sniff…” I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

If only I was loved the way my mother loved my money, I wouldn’t mind giving her everything. I swiped my fingers beneath my nose to clean up the nasal mucus that was running down to my lips with some piece of cloth. My eyes were heavy still, I have been crying them out for a while now. But the call was the trigger. it's already getting me off mood and so pissed, making me want to cry more and more.

FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, I LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE, AND ALL ALONG, I BELIEVE I WOULD FIND YOU, TIME HAS BROUGHT YOUR HEART TO ME I HAVE LOVED YOU FOR A THOUSAND YEARS, I WILL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE”. Kris felt the emotion in every line of the song. It reminds her of him. It was the song he always sang to her before she fallen asleep. Kris couldn’t help herself, but to cry at that point in time. It seemed like her heart was being pinched from inside of her. “I don’t want to see you crying”, uttered Augostos. Kris tried to stop herself but she couldn’t. From a far, Adam saw everything. He clinched his fist. He was greatly disturbed how Augotos can make Kristine like that.

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Mateo. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

Before I knew it, he pulled me close and cupped my face in his hands, looking at me intensely. "I hate these auctions, but fate brought me here, and I can see clearly why," he said, his eyes drifting to my lips. I did not want to, but my body betrayed me, and I found myself quivering under his touch. With my heart beating out of control, I unknowingly licked my lips as Leo moved closer, so close that his lips were only a few inches away. I blinked nervously in anticipation of his next move. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed, followed by several gunshots and the screams of many.

For the first time in history Klaus and Morgana could be seen crying like babies as they struggled with the lightning to reach each other. Their love had been updated immediately, the data connection needed to d******d the new version of the love files was just this flash back and now they had to open the new love application together. Nicklaus struggled with the lighting with all his strength as it burnt his body. All he wanted was to get to Morgana, even if it was a touch for the last time. Morgana and Nicklaus suddenly gathered momentum as they pushed out of the lighting and held hands. "Am sorry". They both whispered as their lips plunge to each other.

Cursor blinking. I typed: Title: THE MECHANIC'S WIFE Cheesy? Maybe. The old me would have gagged. But I wasn't writing for critics anymore. I was writing for rent. The world didn't want tragedy. They wanted a fairytale. They wanted a billionaire heiress who found salvation in a grease pit. Fine, I thought, smiling. You want a fairytale? I'll give you an addiction. I typed. The mechanical keyboard sounded like gunfire. I lost time.

She asked. “Of course not, you woke me up in the middle of my sleep,” I told her jokingly. “You’re crying.” She didn’t ask me if I was crying, she said that I’m crying. “I’m happy for you,” I cried out and I didn’t bother hiding the tears. I cried ugly on the phone and she thinks that I was crying for her because my only bestfriend is getting married. She has no idea that I’m crying because I’m losing the person I had loved before she loved him.