Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

Ronan's POV The world tears. Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. The actual fabric of reality, the magical bonds that have been woven around this child, this pregnancy, this lie, tears. I feel it in my chest first. That connection to the baby, the one forged by the corrupted ritual, the one that's been fraying for days, it doesn't just loosen. It rips. Like a wound reopening. Like a chain being shattered. The pain is immediate and absolute.

Orion's face is raw with sadness, his eyes slowly leaking as his hands over above my abdomen, trapped between the desire to hold me and the worry that he will hurt me if he does. "I felt my membrane tear, Orion," I gasp as I try to roll to a flat position on my back. "I..." how do I say this? How do I tell my mate that all of our babies may already be dead? "I'm not sure if any of them are..." "What can I do to help?" Orion stands a bit straighter, holding out his hand.

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 looked at her scornfully. "I'm not a recycling center. Why should I want you?" While dating Callista over the past few years, she hadn't helped me at all. All she had done was manipulate me relentlessly. That wasn't the kind of love I hoped for at all. I was going to grab this opportunity to cut off all ties with her. Before Callista could continue to speak, I got up and packed her things. "Please leave my home right now!"

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.

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