Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

The music also turns off, leaving a cold, dark, scary space. “Tell me what you want! Don't threaten me." Her voice trembled, tears began to flow, her sobs and sobs sounded harrowing. Amanda ran to the sofa, lowered her head and cried. Suddenly, she sat up straight, wiped her tears, turned on the TV, and the music sounded painfully again. Don't leave me alone. For the insects Weeds cover virgin graves For precarious storms Don't leave me alone. The guardian's lips have no spirit The sound of time groans

I gulp and try to stop the tears I feel prickling at the back of my head. I don't want to be this pathetic, but does it really matter? Even if I cried, who would hear me? It's midnight on an obscure bridge with the noise of the water below. I let the floodgate open and sob uncontrollably for what feel like hours. I cry until I fear I will not be able to stop long enough to accomplish what I came here to do. It wouldn't surprise me if I were unable to do it. Like everything else in my life, I would probably fail even at death. I hiccup as I will my tears to stop. I had hoped the crying would be cathartic, but all I feel is empty, numb, and tired, so tired my head feels heavy. I lean over the

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

Those two words were enough to make her soul bleed. Midnight rose his knees to his chest and hid his face behind the arms that hugged them. His shoulders trembled as the silently flowing tears turned into soft sobs. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't want to... I... I was scared... and didn't know what to do... I couldn't sleep... and it hurt... it hurt too much..." The tears washed his face, rolling down uncontrollably. His whole body shook and Midnight wasn't sure what he was even saying anymore. He just cried and allowed himself to drown in his own tears. He was so lost in the sudden pain that he didn't feel Ryder approaching him, until two warm hands cupped his cold cheeks, spreading warmth on hi

🎶Ain't got no tears left to cry so I'm picking it up, I'm picking it up. I'm living 🎶 NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY- ARIANA GRANDE. (WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ABUSE. READ AT OWNERS RISK. I WOULD INDICATE WHEN THE SCENE IS OVER) I froze at the oh-so familiar voice and the pressure applied on the grip to my hand. The same hand drew me up so close, I could perceive the musk I've learned to fear.

She passes it to me and I read the news headline on it, ~Unexpected Treasures in Rare Places. ~High Tier member of the exclusive Starlight Hall club buys a hundred-year-old fabric known as the Moon’s Tears fabric, at the price of 150,000 dollars. Experts report that this is unexpected and a surprise on all counts. The Moon Tears fabric had been given a worth estimate of about 50,000 dollars, yet surpassed all expectations when it sold for three times that amount!

Lizandra I could barely close my eyes all night, and I couldn't say I woke up. As a result of the terrible night of tossing and turning in bed, shedding rivers of tears, I was now feeling terrible. It's as if a tractor ran over my body, leaving me completely sore. Nothing gets resolved with tears, and I wish I wouldn't cry every time things get out of control. In other words, constantly. But it's impossible not to realize that I've become a big crybaby, weak, and now also a traitor.

Charlie didn't speak for a long time—not because she didn't have words, but because she had too many. The clearing felt different now. The air held the ghost of the Sentinel's howl, vibrating faintly, like the forest was still listening. Moonlight spilled over everything in silver ribbons. Charlie stood in the center of it all, trying to steady her breath. I'm the hinge. The mediator. The moon's deviation. It sounded like the world's worst LinkedIn bio.

In that moment, I knew that my fate hung in the balance, and the choice I had made would shape the path ahead. As the tear rolled down my cheek, its shimmering presence illuminated by the soft, dim light of the room, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the sacrifices I was willing to make. It was a tear that spoke volumes, a testament to the lengths I was prepared to go with my plea, hanging in the air like a fragile thread, echoed through the silence.

Even I does I'll just going to have nightmares. I only sleeps 2-3 hours and on weekdays I spent the whole day resting using sleeping pills, my body clock is already ruined long time ago. My shift start at 9 pm and the first thing I do whenever I go to work is to make the three go to sleep first. I get out from my room and walked in front of them, I stand firmly in front of them and crossed my arms. The sound coming from a horror film behind me battered when the thunder strike with the high volume that even the next building can be disturb.