Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

It would probably be better if it turned out to be a movie, then there would be a greater chance that a policeman or other daredevil would appear, who is not afraid of the murderer. - Help me... Somebody save me...- she tried to scream, but could not let out anything but a pleading whisper, her throat tightened with fear completely.- "Oh God... Save me, please."- at the same time in her mind Ye Eun prayed as fervently as she never did in relatively short time of her twenty-two years of life. Before her eyes the memories began to fly: the mother's face, friends, her beloved boyfriend, an older brother... Ye Eun squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that would not stop flowing. T

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

My brother and I have a hunting accident. Artemis's curse strikes me.It incinerates my heart from the inside—I need an healing ritual. But my mother, the high priestess of Artemis's temple, summons every available healer… to my brother's chamber. He only has a few scratches, yet she orders a full ritual examination for him while I lie there hollow on the sacrificial stone. I beg her to help me, but she snaps, visibly annoyed, "Can't you stop vying for my attention for once? Your brother almost damaged a sacred bone!" In the end, I die on the altar. But after the news of my death spreads, my mother, who has always despised me, completely loses her mind.

I call out inside of me. There's no answer. All I can feel is the hot trickle of tears sliding down my cheeks as the lashes continue to fall, each one burning deeper than the last. The rain keeps pouring, washing nothing away.

“Sleep, Mia. I’ll be right here.” I wanted to argue. But the suppressant was making everything fuzzy. Heavy. My eyes drifted closed. I felt his hand close around mine. My throat chocked, my eyes burning with unshed tears that I managed to swallow down. The rapid beating of my heart settled and I finally drifted off. No longer in pain.

, was his feeble attempt to control the situation. Kimorra glared at him, her fists clenching harder by her sides at every surge of emotion. "I'm causing a scene? You already sent everyone away, so who's watching, huh? Even if everyone's watching, who cares? Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I stayed up for days, wondering what this day would be like. I imagined laughter, fulfillment, happiness, and tears. Only that they were supposed to be tears of joy! How did you manage to turn something so beautiful into a nightmare? Why would you make me feel so insignificant on the day you were supposed to make me feel like the only woman you can see? Why did you choose to betray me

I was shopping for a crib when Xavier Davis came home with a three-year-old boy. One look at the child was enough to make me pause. He had the exact same eyes as Xavier's first love. "She just moved back and isn't in a position to take care of him," Xavier told me. "He'll be living with us from now on." There was no room for discussion in his tone. The decision had already been made. Then his gaze dropped to the slight curve of my stomach. "As for yours… Terminate the pregnancy. He's sensitive. A new baby would be too much for him right now." My fingers tightened around the ultrasound printout in my hand. For a long moment, I said nothing. Then I gave him the answer he expected

The image hurt so much that I forced it away. When I opened my eyes again, the storm outside was thinning. The rain slowed to a mist, the thunder distant. A gray light pushed against the edges of the sky, faint and tentative. Dawn. The longest night of my life had bled into morning. I rubbed at my face with frozen hands. My lips felt dry, my eyes raw from holding back tears. I wanted to cry, but the tears refused to fall. Maybe I was past that point. Maybe there was nothing left inside me to give.

My lips trembled, I bit it to prevent my tears from falling. My walking incubus The epitome of my salvation that prevents my world from damnation My perpetrator leaves me to rot. This is what I warned myself about when I jumped the cliff without knowing whether someone would catch me at the bottom or I would constantly fall into the darkness. He left with all of my strings attached to him. When he closed the door I heard a smack through the walls that made me slightly jump from my bed.

I clung to the hope that perhaps, in the release of my tears, I would find some semblance of healing, some semblance of peace. The tears continued to flow, each one carrying with it a fragment of my shattered dreams. I mourned for the life I had once known, the vibrant spirit that had now been eclipsed by uncertainty and fear. The weight of my tears felt both cleansing and exhausting, as if with each droplet, I shed a layer of my anguish.