Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

She had witnessed his vulnerability and strength intertwined, and she knew that his tears were an expression of a deep longing for the love he had lost. Tiger's shoulders trembled with silent sobs, his grief echoing through the room. Christiana held him close, offering solace through her touch. She understood that sometimes, tears were the only way to release the weight of cherished memories and unspoken emotions. As Tiger's tears subsided, Christiana brushed a strand of hair away from his tear-streaked face. She whispered softly, "Tell me about your childhood, Tiger. Tell me about the moments that shaped you."

"I heard your entire conversation just now. Since you like Jeffrey so much, then take courage and pursue him! They aren't married yet, so no one can call you a homewrecker." Callista tried hard to suppress her tears as she looked at me in slight disbelief. "W-what do you mean by that?" I smiled and looked at her. "Haven't I made myself clear enough? We're done. I think that backstabbing bitches like you are disgusting." Since she only had eyes for Jeffrey, I might have respected her more if she had just broken up with me. Now, she just disgusted me. Callista looked at me in disbelief. "Even you don't want me anymore?"

When I thought about the miserable endings of the people who had crossed me before, my whole body started shaking. Roger Kirk, my brother, noticed and sneered, "You think trash like you can fight me for Mom and Dad's money?" Hearing that made me shake even harder. I remembered someone once casually calling me a leech. For that, my foster brother, Ollie Fuller, cut off his arms and legs, sliced out his tongue, and dumped him into a container full of leeches. Millions of leeches sucked him dry until he became like a dry corpse.

Silently, I flew out of the Frost Keep. I found the Frost Dragon Priestess and begged her to dissolve the engagement contract. "Child, you and Morpheus have been bound by this pact for so long. I cannot simply break it without cause." Tears welled in my eyes. I exposed the fatal scale beneath my neck. "Holy Priestess, I have a terminal illness. I won't live much longer. Please… help me." She touched the scale lightly with her fingertip, sensed the energy within, and froze. Her eyes filled with pity.

After finding out that I'm the illegitimate daughter of the richest man in town, Frank Gibson, I excitedly rush over to meet my biological father. But the moment I arrive at his mansion, I discover that 98 other illegitimate daughters are already lined up to claim him as their father. It turns out Frank's only son has died, and he now needs an heir for his trillion-dollar fortune. So, he gathers all his illegitimate daughters and plans to choose the strongest candidate through a competition. I know I don't stand a chance against the others. Just as I hang my head in disappointment and prepare to leave, a line of text suddenly appears before my eyes. "Don't go, darling! It's your mom. I

"Tell me anyway." She studies me a moment longer before she speaks, as though weighing how much honesty I can bear on top of everything already carried into this clearing. "Passages like this one aren't meant to exist. Aeden didn't open a door, child. He tore one, using the bond between you as the only thing strong enough to rip a hole through the Veil's deepest layer. That kind of tear doesn't stay open on its own. It heals, the way any wound heals, faster the less there is holding it open from either side." "Then how do we hold it open?" Darian's voice is tight, urgent, matching the fear climbing in my own chest.

On my way home, someone suddenly stepped into my way. The disheveled man before me was dressed in rags. "Julie, why can't I get in touch with you for days? And why did you cancel the supplementary credit card? Did you know how hard it was for me?" I finally recognized the voice as Elijah's and was surprised to see him in such a horrid state. Staggering backward, I dodged his attempt at grabbing me. "Elijah, we've broken up. Of course you can't use my card anymore."

He had bought this necklace as a present for her but it was too late. He never saw her again. Years passed, he secretly searched for her. He had asked around the old orphanage, but no one seemed to remember a girl named Amira. The orphanage was destroyed by fire and was reconstructed by community and government institutions so all documents and records were lost. Everyone had their own story to tell and eventually, he stopped searching. But the promise he made in his heart had never faded: “If I ever find her again… I’ll protect her. I’ll take care of her for the rest of my life. I’ll marry her if she’ll have me and I'll give her this necklace as a symbol of my love for her.

And also, I'm not a rock to not feel pain. When he finally closed the door, that was the time I let my tears flow like an endless river. I know that crying isn't good for me, but I'll just let myself for now. I don't know how to alleviate this pain anymore. This is the only way I could think of. It hurts. A lot.

It was unusually beautiful that she thought what was meant to call her up from sleep early might be the cause of her waking up late in the morning, because, definitely, she could stay up all night watching it. Five minutes later, she saw a large, spinning whorl gradually emerging from beneath. Then she watched the planets spiralling into it. The whorl grew larger and larger as it swallowed the planets. She suddenly began feeling drowsy while she watched the drama, yawning and trying to keep her eyes wide. When the star spiralled into the whorl at last, Frances's eyes began to deem unrestrained. The whorl gradually began a disappearance, and her eyes got ever heavier. She finally fell into de