Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

The sight of him looking so torn and desperate is breaking my heart. “Please don’t cry baby girl.” He whispers, resting his forehead against mine. A tear breaks free and trickles down my cheek. In the same exact manner from that day in front of my chum-filled locker three years ago, Randy brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheek, wiping away my tears.

I replied perfunctorily, "The jewelry on her wrist is beautiful. I'll wear it during the summer if you buy it." I then crouched to cover Andy's mouth to stop him from crying loudly and slipped away to the rooftop. Miles took the waiter's signing pen and casually left his signature on the event card. He then pointed at Sasha and said, "I'll take everything she's wearing tonight." He then ran out to find me and Andy. It was easy to cheer Andy up. He started smiling as soon as he saw the fireworks outside. Patrick and Nancy Wood, Andy's nanny, rushed up but went down again.

It plays a captivating dance with the shadows. The air grows cooler, carrying with it the earthy scent of the surroundings. Stars emerge one by one, like ancient beacons, painting the sky with their soft, distant light. The sounds of the day are replaced by a nocturnal chorus – the chirping of crickets, the hoot of an owl, and the distant murmur of a nearby lake. Taylor and Conrad went outside to feel the cool breeze that was blowing, the night felt long. They chatted for some time and he got comfortable then Taylor felt it was the perfect time to ask him, She began asking him

I was desperate and couldn’t find a way out, no matter where I looked. I bit down my lips and tipped my head up, fixing my eyes on the light bulb and letting the harsh light penetrate my vision until I saw spots floating in the air. It was the only way to repress my tears from gushing out again. I’m so sick and tired of crying, and I feel like I will completely lose myself with one more teardrop. Damn! What else am I supposed to do now? Letting out a huge sigh, I screwed my eyes shut, letting the darkness engulf me for a moment. “I’m sorry, Nancy. It was all my fault. If only I—I…” I croaked and choked with my own voice.

ADY It's almost midnight, but our town and maybe even other places still don't have power. Even though the storm was terrible, Granny's radio, which must have been around my age and ran on batteries, was still working while we watched the news. The storm has completely flooded many locations, making them unreachable. The storm didn't bring wind, but it did bring water and rain that didn't stop for 9 hours. I was on the bed, looking at the candle on the table next to me.

One stops in front of her, but long before Rio could open the door, a hand caught after her wrist. “Rio.” It was Midnight. She did not turn around in fear that if she faced him, he would be able to tell that she she’d tears. He would know what she felt for him, and Rio doesn’t have any intention of telling him about it. It was like admitting something that she should keep in secret ‘til it vanish, bygone and drive through the depth, buried until it was forgotten. That’s what she wanted for it to be that way. “What do you need?” She was just relived that her voice is strong, and bold, regardless of how much she cried earlier inside the elevator until she was finally out of the building.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

Alyssa holds hands and begins to sick soulfully: “When the heart is frozen, and your tears flow like the waterfalls in Alparo, when all seems lost and peace is yonder, oh! Daughter of the Ancient Alparo. Lift your hands to the sky, let your eyes glow, let your hands lead you to where the relief comes and power excels”. The entire room became windy, like a tornado. The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen.

Thinking about my wrist in his hand just now, the question in his eyes, the good night I said. Something tears inside me. That's the only way to describe it. No dressing it up, no filing it, no managing it. Just a tear along a seam, real as hell, the price of that good night. I paid it and now I'm standing here with my wrist in my own hand and the tear spreading. I breathe. Seven days. I push off the door. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I push off the door.