Midnight Tears Novels & Stories

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

But the weight of her mother’s accusations threatened to unravel everything she had ever held dear. As Clarissa spoke, her tears continued to flow, unbidden and uncontrollable. They were not the usual tears of sorrow, but something far more mysterious and haunting. As they slid down her cheeks, they didn’t merely soak into the fabric of her clothes. They began to change, transforming into something far more beautiful yet sorrowful. The tears became pearls, delicate and luminous, rolling down her lap like precious jewels. Each one seemed to hold a story, a secret she was too afraid to uncover. Their weight was not just physical; it was emotional, pressing her heart deeper into despair.

" I shut my eyes but I knew fully well, there was no sleep coming for me that night. And maybe all the nights of my life with the way heart was heavy like it could never recover. No later than a few seconds, I broke down in silent tears. My tears never stopped running, it was a talent– I would call it so. By morning, my pillows was soaked and stained with the pangs of my heart.

After spending the night sobbing the girls sitting with me in silent company I wake at ten my eyes feel puffy and red I don’t think I have a single tear left in my body after the amount of tears I shed last night. Todays my birthday the night of the ball and also the blood moon Delilah fell asleep with me in my room last night stroking my hair and face as I cried until I fell asleep with nothing else left to cry. she starts to stir when I sit up in bed she throws her arms around me there’s not pity in her eyes as I expected just a bestie waiting for her friend to pull herself back together.

I was so mad. I don't know where that madness was coming from. But I feel so heavy that I feel like I might shrink under the ground. I wanted to shed a tear, but nothing is coming out. I wanted to burst into tears, but there was something inside me saying NO! A single tear is not worth it to give to this woman. Raven got near me, and she held my hands while the old woman was shaking in tears.

The sound vibrates throughout the entire room. Then it settles into a soft purr and I feel slightly calmer. Just as quickly as it started though the feeling disappears and the emptiness returns with full force. A tear escapes from under my eye. I don’t stop it. I let it run down my cheek. It is a single, salty drop. One drop and I’m done because the maids will soon bring in my breakfast. They can't see me crying. A few seconds later, I heard a knock on my door.

She was just in there. Staring at the empty ceiling, feeling the world as it goes around her. In the warm glow of the lamp, her fears won't fade away. Just like all her other nights, this one is not different. She still cannot sleep no matter how she shut her eyes. Her brain is a train-wreck, nudging her to open her eyes and be alert of something not existing. And she complied. Her eyes darted from one dark corner to the next until it had scanned 360 over her tiny bedroom, at last it landed on her Stitch alarm clock, the long hand silently pointing to twelve. With a sigh, she jerked up, opened the drawer of her bedside table and groped for a tiny bottle -her saving grace. She took

*** END OF FLASHBACK (A/n: This is narration for all of our characters. “GRANDMA!” Scarlett woke up in the middle of the night, hugging herself, her tears streaming down her cheeks. She’s not sure if that night really happened because it was the last time she saw and was with her grandmother, and regardless of what she did, she couldn’t remember anything, and it always visited in her dreams. Scarlett was stunned in her bed and appeared to be out of her mind because of the nightmare she had witnessed. Scarlett was still motionless in the morning, and the Knights appeared to be frustrated about what they had discovered.

Ariadne POV, I leaned my back against the headboard as I woke up in the middle of the night. My eyes were painted in the ink of tears. It was hard for me to the unending sobs. The pain I have to bear as I think I couldn't continue, my hands wobbled to my face scoping the tears away then slowly traced my hand up my belly subconsciously like every woman in my condition would do I was nine months late and every single day of that nine-month was haunted, horror and hard for me.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?