Mask With Tears Mga Nobela at Kwento

She is completely out of her mind with worry and trying her absolute best to mask it behind her usual loud, aggressive attitude. "I'm sorry, Mom," I whisper, my grip tightening on her arm. That single line breaks her completely. The harsh mask on her face melts in an instant. Huge, heavy tears spill over her eyelashes, running down her cheeks without a sound. She wipes her nose with the back of her sleeve, her shoulders shaking violently as the tears she was holding back finally flood out.

She coughed out terribly as she held her hands to her throat. Reynold turned Vega around to face him, only to find her eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry for letting you see me this way, Your Majesty," Vega sobbed, but Reynold rather held her closer to him in a tight embrace. She had no idea how much he had missed her and wanted to be with her. While he was still unconscious, a while ago, the sudden smell of roses peppered his nostrils, and he had to force his way out of the dark room, which only brought him to reality.

I didn't mean to hurt him, and I certainly didn't mean to steal Amanda's credit. "I'm sorry, Amanda. Please don't be angry at me." As she spoke, she buried herself in Brandon's arms, wiping her tears. James scoffed. "What a brilliant act, Kate. You felt sorry for the patient's mother? Do you really think no one knows that you secretly accepted bribes from her?" "What are you talking about? I didn't!" Kate blanched. Her voice rose, cracking under the strain as she failed to keep her usual gentle composure.

I sniffled. I could see tears streaming down the oxygen mask worn on her. It broke my heart, it fucking did. No one made her fucking shed a tear. She reached for the mask and pulled it down, and the next second, the machine bleated in a blaring alarm. I attempted to wear it on her, but she stopped me with a slight wave and then beckoned me to come closer. In haste, I propped her up, and pulled her in my arms, holding back my tears to give her strength.

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

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."

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

There was no way of stopping my hand as it shot up, pressing hard over my mouth as I tired to stifle the scream that tore it's way up my throat and passed my lips. The girl, staring back at me in the mirror, looked broken beyond repair. Hair twisted in knots, as if it had been caught out in the wind all day. My once nice purple long sleeve shirt and jeans now torn and crumpled, like each piece of clothing had been raked against tree after tree, shredding the fibers. Still, the one thing that my left eye couldn't look away from, was the blistering frost bite that ran across the other side of my face, where my once cool artic blue eye sparkled, mesmerising those in it's sight. The putrid smell

He crouched down and put one hand to my face and gently pulled the tape away from my mouth - it still hurt like hell though. "Well?" he taunted me. "Are you going to beg for mercy?" I gulped a few breaths of air and coughed once as the tape still clung to my left cheek but then I shook my head at him. "No," I breathed heavily. "I was just wondering," I said in a soft voice. "What the mask represents?" That seemed to take him aback. I saw as he pulled back at bit in what Itook as gesture of surprise. He paused for a moment and then stood. "It's the

Tonight is the masquerade ball. Putting on the finishing touches to my makeup, I crouch down beside her and wipe the smeared makeup from her cheeks. “You are lucky this is a masquerade ball. Your makeup is a mess.” She sniffs loudly and turns off her tears. “Can you fix it?” “Of course I can,” I laugh. She sits silently while I reapply her makeup. Tears continue to well in her eyes, but she doesn’t cry. When I am done, she looks just like Mom. I hand her her mask and get to my feet. “We are late.”