Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

The book is making cracking and popping sounds. As I rush over to the fireplace, my hand reaches for the book, but the intense searing on my hand causes me to wrench my arm back, keeping it against my chest. A tear falls down my cheek as I watch it scrunch into nothing. Ash falling to the bottom of the fireplace. I feel a warm hand come into touch with mine, pulling it away from my chest, while they run their fingers over the source of the pain, causing me to recoil back. I hear a sigh before being lifted off the floor by hands, corridors passing me by in a haze owing to my crying.

I don't understand how his love for her can cause me this kind of physical, destructive pain, but there is no hiding the fact that it's there, tearing me apart. Tears prickle behind my eyes as I run for the stairs, desperate to get away from Ariel and the constraining feeling in my chest.

Then I noticed that a tear had escaped my eye, but before I can wipe it away, one of the kids walked near me. "Why are you crying big sis?"..she asked and then I looked at her. "Oh...nothing I'm just sleeoy that's why my tears came out" "Oh..okay, thanks for the toy Big sis"....she thanked me and I smiled at her. When it the afternoon came I left the orphanage and visit my mom and dad's grave in the cemetery. As I enter it my heart couldn't help but beat louder and faster so I hold the flowers tightly. Until..... I found them, a tear escaped my eye as I began to sat on the grass.

He is crying, seeing how lifeless the man looks. "I-I-I-I'm so s-s-sorry. M-May your-r-rest in p-p-peace!" he cries out. Chris wipes away the tears. He stops looking at the dead man. He turns around and walks back to the car. He opens the passenger's side, sits down, and close the door. Brian notices that his partner is crying. "Come on, ginger! Man up!" he forcefully tells him. "You know you will not get away with this. Your actions will come back and bite you in the ass," he warns him.

He couldn’t sign the lease on his own until he was eighteen, but Barb had made arrangements so that he would be able to move in the same day, preventing him from being homeless for a few days. I was excited for him. It was difficult for orphans to find a place of their own in our area once they aged out. Most of them left the area in search of other relatives to help them out. A handful ended up in the local homeless shelter. None of them had the added complication of being a werewolf with Alpha blood, though.

--- A Love Unbreakable They had faced countless trials, each one designed to tear them apart. They had fought against the world, against their enemies, against the very forces that sought to destroy them. But through it all, their bond had only grown stronger. It wasn’t a love built on tenderness or gentle promises. It was a love forged in conflict, in obsession, in pain—and it was unshakable. Now, in the final moments of their journey, as they stood at the apex of their power, they shared a quiet understanding between them. The war was over. The blood had been spilled. The empire was theirs, and no one could take it from them.

She died in a terrible tragedy ten years ago. That ironic tragedy really turned my whole life into hell. It was as if everything I had, had been taken away by force. Loneliness. The feeling of being betrayed and even wasted. My life was really so empty and miserable. Not only was my father taken away by Madam Aninna, who made my mother die, but my protector as well. The man I had thought of as the only man who would protect me in the future. The man who always smiled warmly and understood me when I was in the worst times of hell due to my parents' problems.

“No, no, no, don’t do this to me!” I sobbed and pressed my hand more against his injury as if it would magically bring him back to life. My tears wouldn’t stop, my body trembling as I whispered his name again and again. Slowly, with shaking and bloodstained fingers, I reached up and closed his eyes. My hands lingered there longer than I should have, unwilling to let go. When I finally looked up, my gaze found Orrin. He stood just across from us, he looked sorry. His eyes met mine, heavy with grief, and something inside me broke even further.

Arose is just a killer joy. “I am alone for fourteen days and thirteen nights in the forest. I run away from my village that is why I am alone.” “Oh! Why did you run away from your village? Did your mother or father scolded you about something?” “No. My parents were both dead already. It’s kind a long story. How about you? Do you have someone with you?” “Okay. Oh, yeah, I’m with my pack. Wait for me here. I will just call them and bring them to you here. Okay?”

"The records only document its use, not its disposition afterwards. The Tear disappeared from historical accounts shortly after that ceremony." "Which means it could be anywhere," Rick said, frustration evident in his voice. "Or with anyone." "Not quite anyone," Valeria interjected, her gaze sweeping the ransacked shop. "The Tear responds only to those with lunar bloodlines, werewolves, specifically those with a direct connection to the original packs."