Orphan Tear Novels & Stories

He put it above his chest as tears began to form on the corners of his eyes. "I didn't even get to call you 'mother'. The three of us just got together and now we're separated again. We didn't even get to spend time together. Forgive me, mother. Don't worry, I will take care good care of Kalen and grandpa." Keir dropped on his knees as tears poured out of his mournful eyes. He didn't know losing another parent is even more painful, the fact that he has totally become an orphan. "Keir! Watch out!"

“It started to bleed again and I got worried, I didn’t speak with Aiden he would still be asleep but I will tell him in the morning I promise” I frowned at him then looked back to Kiara, “So what’s the diagnosis doc?” I let a small chuckle escape my lips before snapping them shut again. She had a look of concern across her face. “Ok, what’s wrong?” “I think they put in stiches of some sort when you were in hospital previously, but it appears as though you have torn them open again somehow. We will need to take you back down to our hospital and redo it. That is not something you want me to do without some sort of atheistic”

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.

The moment the principal saw the torn papers on the floor and the scratches on my arm, his face darkened. "What happened here?" Mr. Lewis placed the collected fragments on the desk. "Principal Anderson, Director Darby, Mr. Stiazky accused Darius of cheating, removed him from the main room, delayed him, moved him to the backup room, and after the exam ended, tore up his answer booklet." Director Darby crouched to look at the fragments. Her expression hardened.

Rosalind was unusually quiet that night, playing the part of a devoted spouse. It wasn't until the third course arrived that she suddenly said, "Do you know what a marriage certificate looked like, Mr. Stevenson?" Before Peter Stevenson could even reply, Rosalind pulled ours out of her handbag and tore it into pieces in front of everyone. "Just like this." She scattered the pieces over the table. "As long as I'm happy, I can tear it apart anytime I want." The private room went dead silent. A scrap of paper clung to a slice of fatty tuna, making an absurd, grotesque decoration.

"You never told me about your childhood. Never told me what you did for me. You just decided—all on your own—to die for me. Who gave you the right? Who the hell gave you the right to keep it from me?" Jayden's voice grew sharper, his anger building until he finally lashed out, kicking the gravestone beside him. What a sin. He stared at my photo on the gravestone, his breath ragged, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts before slowly settling. Then his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees, palms pressing into the dirt as tears fell. "Why did you do this? Why? What am I supposed to do…" His voice was barely a whisper, choked with despair and pain.

Little did he know about light for there was not a day with it. I was staring blankly wanting no more than just an empty space for myself. "I am lucky." I chuckled at the thought. Well, at least that's what most people say. They said not to wallow in my misery and that I was given a chance to move forward to get a taste of what life could bring. But still, I doubted it. Is living alone lucky? I questioned it and every time I did, the pain of the past triples and it is making me more helpless. After my parents died, I grew up living in the orphanage. The nuns talked to me whenever they had the time and there was a therapist who guided me out of the trauma I went through. I was treated there n

I am taller than him, he tiptoed and kissed me on the lips, his eyes were half-closed while mine are wide open, I saw his tears flow down from his cheek, I used my thumb to wipe it. "I cried so many times already, if I can calculate the tears I have shed, I think I might be able to full a pool. But right now, I'm am crying because of happiness, now I believe that some tears are sad and some are wonderful, these tears are the proof that people cry when they are happy. Tears of happiness," He continued. I just smiled. He is an amazing person. " I promise that from now on, you will only cry when you are happy, I will never let you cry due to sadness. This eyes doesn't deserve to shed sad tears,

His clothes were ripped, blood crusted along his side, scratches all over his chest. He took a step toward me. "Stop," I said, holding out my hand without thinking. "Just don’t. Stay back." He froze. And for the first time since I met his eyes, Kieran actually looked... hurt. Not physically. Not from the fight or whatever that had been. But in his eyes. It was like he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but I could see it—the way his jaw tensed, the flicker of something vulnerable in his face before he looked away.

I need to buy more locks. I slid down the walls and wrapped my arms around my knees and let the tears flow. Fabian is out. He's out. I don't know how long I cried but I slept off in that position. When I woke up the next morning, my head felt like it was splitting into two. My body was stiff from curling up for a long time. The room spinned as I stood. I entered the bathroom to prepare for school. When the water touched my hands, I winced, I had forgotten that I had cuts from picking up the broken glasses last night. The wound stung with every movement.