Midnight Tears นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She held my hand as her cold tears dripped onto my face. "Mia, your wish came true," she whispered. "They've all been caught. We rescued so many people…" I smiled as I slowly closed my eyes. Finally. Maybe this way, I could repay a fraction of my sins.

The hurt is always there, just beneath the surface, waiting to swallow me whole A sob escapes my throat, the sound startling me in the quiet of the room. I don’t recognize it this broken, desperate noise that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. I press my hand to my mouth, trying to stop the flood of tears, but it’s too late. The dam has broken, and the tears pour out uncontrollably, like a river that’s been held back for far too long.

Chapter Two Ava’s POV The house was eerily quiet, except for the soft rustling of my hands as I packed away the last remnants of my past. I stood in Lily’s bedroom, my fingers tracing over the framed picture of my little girl. Her bright smile was frozen in time, her eyes full of the happiness she had always carried. My chest ached, but I couldn’t cry anymore—there were no tears left. No more pain to wipe on. Slowly, I removed the picture from the wall, placing it gently inside the bag I had set aside. The bag was meant for burning. I didn't want to see anymore of it that will bring pain towards me.

Tears welled in my eyes, hot and stinging, as I buried my face in my hands, seeking refuge from the pain that threatened to consume me. And as I lay there, the echoes of Noah's pleas still ringing in my ears, I knew that sleep would not come easy tonight, not with the weight of unresolved emotions weighing heavily upon my heart but despite the tears that stained my cheeks, despite the ache that gnawed at my soul, I knew that tomorrow would bring a new day, a chance for healing and forgiveness, a chance to mend what had been broken.

Run, or prepare for death and destruction. Layla doesn't know any of this, and after the attack a few days ago, I wonder if that is a coincidence or a sign as to what is ahead in our future. I turn to her as she sits here admiring the stars and the night sky. I look around and see the fireflies have stopped doing their dances, the toads have stopped croaking, even the crickets have stopped singing. The wind is too calm, like the calm before the storm. Everything seems to have stopped with bated breath, waiting for the moon's tears to come to an end. I feel tense, unsure, and angry. Why must this happen now? Just when I have found what could possibly be my happiness.

The tears flowed freely, dampening the fabric beneath her touch, a silent testament to the ache that threatened to consume her. In their master’s bedroom, Tessa's sobs filled the air, a mournful melody that resonated with the depths of her despair. She lay on their bed, her body curled into a ball, seeking comfort in the familiar space they had shared countless nights before. But tonight, the bed felt empty, its silence echoing the absence of the man who completed her world. Amidst her tears, Tessa turned her gaze upward, her eyes searching the ceiling as if seeking answers from the heavens above. In a voice choked with emotion, she began to speak, her words a desperate plea that hung in the

I mumbles tears running down my face ***********************

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

*tears* " NO.....!!! " . . . . . . . .